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28th May 2012

BZWK

I’m really looking forward to this week, and I’m really really looking forward to the following week because it’s church camp. Oh, I am so happy that I’m finally looking forward in anticipation and excitement to things & life in general - a change from dreading the exams and whatnot.

The weekend was really hectic because we had to rush to Malacca on Saturday to attend my father’s sister’s funeral. It’s really sad because the family on his side has lost 2 siblings within 3 months… and it’s kind of uncool to meet your cousins only at funerals. So let’s just hope that the next funeral won’t be anytime soon…

Also, I got my hair trimmed again! The thing about short hair is that it demands very constant maintenance. I was so tempted to cut the Berliner hipster hairstyle - I can’t seem to find a photo of it on FB, but basically the top of of the hairstyle is longish to the ears, then from that line downwards the hair is cropped closed to the neck ah whatever - but I didn’t because I decided that I was just going to grow out my hair again. And it will grow out, and be long once more.. in 5 years’ time.

I should sleep now. And I can’t believe I’ve just spent the past 20 mins googling “girls short hair”, “girls cropped hair” and “Agyness hairstyles” ugh

28th May 2012 | 1,306 notes

and THAT, is that I call a real kiss

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25th May 2012

Home

It is good to be home; hello relentless humidity and perpetual heat, hello Asian faces and accents, hello readable street signs, hello bed, hello Meimei, hello I’m back.

I am really grateful to have had the opportunity to spend 3 weeks in Germany/Austria, and I have been so blessed that I was provided with the means to fly up and really enjoy myself. But those twenty or so days gave me the reprieve that I so desperately craved after the awful first quarter of 2012. It felt as if time stood still for those twenty plus days, and I was finally - I guess “free” best describes it. Not in the sense that I was being repressed-suppressed-oppressed-depressed-etcpressed, but rather I felt that I was… away from the responsibilities, expectations, disappointments …just for the while that I needed to be. Of course in Europe, even on holiday, I still remembered and still felt. But I felt as if time stood still, and I finally caught up.

Ironically, when I was away, so many things happened: people I care about going through major changes in life, people graduating, people passing on (We’ll be leaving on Saturday for the funeral. In my opinion, this is one funeral too many in the family). But being away, on holiday, was like being in a bubble and being cushioned from concurrently occurring events. Things just tend to keep piling on before you can sort them out - like laundry - and life is still awesome, but sometimes you need to BREATHE and now I can.

It is good to be home; goodbye chilly winds and lovely weather, goodbye umlauts and ßs, goodbye Euros and multiplying everything by 1.65, goodbye obscenely round Pigeons, goodbye Jon, goodbye love and I’ll see you soon.