It's been a giddy week. Excitement aplenty, with a dash of glorious sadness. I am thankful for the wonderful surprises He has graciously given, but I'm battling [bloody] beliefs. The headaches, swollen eyes, Cathrine Lim novel and cheezels come together in a major conspiracy.
Toilet-bowl moments. Facing the white tiles, examining the patterned toilet paper, delicately tracing the checkered flooring with my toe. Perched atop the toilet-bowl with the cover on is an extremely uncomfortable position for aimless pondering - but just as well so I won't fall asleep there. It's not easy to find the solitude I crave for in an HDB flat, you see. There aren't many such spots or chances.
I want to take time to relax. My calculations shouldn't fail me: I should be released from the unrelenting clutches of school by third of March. That will mark the start of a new journey. Away, away! Away from it all. Solitude comes with a price.
I had a productive Saturday, unexpectedly. I had brunch with my mama, watched a hilarious Taiwanese drama showstarring Zaizai, 5566's variety show and Full Metal Alchemist together, painted her fingernails and got nagged at. How fulfilling, how comforting. She actually thinks that I am still eighteen. Oh, the horror. Haiyah, she's awfully disappointed because I am actually nearing the big two and have absolutely no potential suitors in sight. I promised her that I ought to be married by age twenty-six. I think she was a little unconvinced, still.
The yellow roses have bloomed under the kitchen basin.
My mama and I have funky yellow glitter nails.
Just for fun, I took tests to see if I've changed over the past year.
Unfortunately, I haven't.
INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population. |
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