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OMG. Stupid guy!

I think I need to seduce Messi before he gets married. OMG, someone sponsor me to fly to Barcelona!

Coloursssss

Nothing makes me happier than looking at bright, colourful and happy pictures. Wished I was such a good photographer that I can easily take pictures which make people happy! (:

Such Intense Eyes

Not that hot but those eyes really burn through me.

The royal is alright, not that great looking either, but he has a LV beach towel! Nothing beats that, right?

I am turning into a SPG! hahaha.

Virgin Mambo

Wasn't that great. Would have been so much fun if I got along with school people instead of caucasian friends.

My Ideal Grad Trip I

I have so many places I want to go for grad trip so it would be better if I did a separate entry every time I think of one. HAHA.

The first on my list would be backpacking around the UK. England, Wales, Ireland, Scotland! How exciting. And things will happen in the following sequence:

i) Meet the man of my dreams (rich, handsome, tall, good genes, impeccably well-dressed, humorous etc etc)

ii) Decide to elope with him (without any consequences)

iii) Get married (without signing any pre-nuptial agreement, grand wedding and all inviting my shell-shocked friends, relatives and enemies. My family wouldn't be shocked as they understand my intentions when I first embarked on this grad trip.)

iv) Live in the countryside happily just like all the Enid Blyton characters and Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice (Where is my Mr Darcy?)

v) Have kids (where they are carefree, which means they can run around in the family home which consists of roughly 30 rooms, climb trees and pick fruits in the family orchard which stretches for miles and miles; at night, I will read them their bedtime stories and tuck them to sleep and then venture out into the meadows to look for pixies and fairies)

vi) Have occasional holidays in the cities

vii) Watch my weekly Barca match live in the Camp Nou, flying there on my husband's private jet

viii) Live happily ever after.

I naively believe that Enid Blyton wrote true stories, not fiction.

I went and I came back

Haha. So I went somewhere, supposedly "soared" and ended up with my wings clipped.

When nothing seems to go your way, I guess resignation to fate would be the best option available.

Come what may, I will just take it in my stride.

On another note, I miss Europe, especially Barcelona. I miss walking to school. I miss starving myself just to save more money. I miss my roommates. I miss calling home, feeling homesick. I miss wondering whether I would meet him. I just miss it all. That was one of the happiest times of my life by a mile.

If you give me another chance, I would want to relive that again. Albeit with SH and JM. It will probably be different without them.

Soaring

I hope I get it.

I am going places and am determined to keep it that way.

So, work hard and stop slacking.