Dinner at Pizzeria Mozza @ MarinaBaySands where I didn't take any photos since I was too busy eating. Their mushroom thin crust pizza is absolutely love. Some grilled calamari, spicy grilled chicken wings, sweet fennel baby pork ribs, all meats pizza and mushroom pizza later, we were happy and full enough to head for the light show, only to stop once again for TWG macaroons and ice cream.

Then the light show.

They had bubbles! And my little cousin got so excited chasing and popping them. So did all the other little kids.

:') reading the book now, and I can't wait for it to hit the theatres..

When you have to move on but you don't want to forget,



When you don't want to forget but remembering hurts...

A lvl results are just bringing about extremely conflicted feelings. On one hand, I should feel relieved and glad that it's good enough, yet i cant help but feel really disappointed with myself. I completely did not meet my own expectations, which I did not dare voice out but always confidently felt in my heart. I just feel so "unspecial" and average sighs. I don't see what I could have done to get better results but I always thought I could do better than what I scored now. I hope that in time to come I would forget all about this because it doesn't even matter in any practical sense. I think it's good enough for my scholarship conditional offer, and I've already gotten a place in a US university that I'm looking forward to attending. It's just.. my standards and my expectations (and those of the people around me) that I can't get over..

Still, thanks to all my great friends I talked to in person/online for making me feel so much better :')

...and my bro for not laughing at me

I just got formspring! For fun hahaha, not that I think anyone would ask me anything. Anyway, link's on the left!

Had lots of fun today plucking several types of oranges and a pomelo at a large orange grove, as well as realising violent tendencies as we played lacrosse with oranges and a rake-like thing that was supposed to help us pick oranges from branches we couldn't reach with our arms. Golf, too, though that was more difficult. Violent, because the "game" consisted mostly of throwing the oranges on the ground and letting them splatter into pieces. Rest assured, there was no killing of innocent oranges and we only picked on those already fallen onto the ground (which would be left there till they rotted anyway).

Also acted like a girl who has lived her whole life in a city by deriving great delight from the simple act of feeding hens/roosters dried corn and having lots of them gather around.