Cuts on paper hearts.

It's time to downplay the emo-ness of my blog a little. :)



Some bimbotic camwhore pictures from the MUMSU ball the Friday before last week:


The theme of the night was Pirates of the Caribbean: The Black Pearl or something along the lines of that.


Mey who fitted the theme perfectly, Smalls who claimed that her gold dress symbolises a treasure box, Jac with her appropriately colored dress, and me looking out of place in a cheong sam.


I claimed that I was Chow Yun Fatt's Singaporean wife in the Pirates of the Caribbean, teehee.




The girls at the Melbourne Aquarium.
Yes, you heard it right, the Melbourne Aquarium. Not your typical ball eh? ;)
Left to right: Yee Von, Joleen, Smalls, Nikky, me, Jac, Mey.


At least I could cross one tourist spot off my list.
Err, yea, I haven't visited the Melbourne Aquarium before this, and I have only just been to the museum. And nope, haven't step foot into the Melbourne Zoo before! -_-



Being tourist-y.
Hey, at least I know how I would look like in an astronaut outfit! Alright, just the headgear.





The wench with the almighty pirates.
The most aptly dressed of them all!




June and I.
Doesn't she look like Mulan!




Ada, who just snipped her hair.




Tinkling champagne glasses.


The ball was kind of boring, so we kept ourselves occupied but downing lots of (cheap) champagne. Which lead to uncontrollable giggles and giddy laughter. We are self-sufficient when it comes to fun and entertainment! :D




Jac, who was pouting 'cause each course of the meal took an hour to arrive. -_-




Kevin, with his new cornrows... And who just shaved his head bald recently 'cause the cornrows were hurting his head! :(




One more picture, 'cause I think I look nice here, hehe. :P




This really stupid looking fish who was swimming blindly in the fish tank facing us during the ball. It is about 1 metre long!


And I found it disturbing that we had a salmon main course, while looking at fishes. T___T



And they had water snakes in the fish tank too!
I hate snakes. T________T




Your one hour is up!
My hungry flatmates.




And I got nominated for best dressed! T_T
This was my partner in the faux catwalk we had to do, Peter.




Yen Hou, with Jac, Smalls, Joleen, and me.
We were on table 6 during the night! :)




One of the main attraction of the night-- pole dancing!
I want to learn. :(




Benjamin, me, Serene.



After party at Lavish:


I had to change my outfit-- it is imply impossible to dance in a cheongsam! -_-




Jian Cai, Joel, Smalls, me, and Jac.
Not many pictures during the night, 'cause clubbing at Lavish sucks balls! :(



Kinky Nichola!
She was the winner of the best dressed category that night. :)




I was the odd one out, everyone had someone. T___T
And that night, I comforted myself that the boyfriend would be with me the next day.
And now he's not here anymore. :(

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Life still goes on.
And I thank my girlies for easing it for me. :)




Breakfast at the back alley full of cafes!
The balconies remind me of Paris, Ratatouille, and french music. :)




Reading menus.




Old school pepper shaker.




The table that we sat at had the Myer's sale catalogue!
It was fate. T___T




Poring intently over the catalogue. ;)


I ordered the Florentine eggs with salmon, and it came with two pieces of an English muffin; and being the ultimate camwhore I am, I thought it would be funny if I propped the plate against my chest and take a picture of me with the two buns ala boobies style...

Alas, one bun slided off the plate! T________T



This is me trying to save it.




This is me trying to stop Smalls from taking any more embarrassing pictures.



My destroyed breakfast.




Smalls' whole and untarnished big breakfast.




And her taunting me with it. :(




Sugar-replenishing time at Max Brenner:


Mey taking pictures of her new beloved jeans in public. -______-




I love you, and I am sure you know it. :)



Our lousy souffle.
I swear to god, this was the first time Max Brenner has ever failed me. :(




*muaks*







And to retain some of the emo factor of my recent entries,










sometimes when i let my mind run free,
it never fails that it goes right to you
and a smile takes a hold of me.

Hello, goodbye.

What a teaser, that on the day you left, the day was fine; the sun was beaming, and the light breeze caressed my tear-stained cheeks.

When I step into my room after coming back from the airport, the room felt empty. It was strange to see so much space, when in fact, a few hours before, the room was taken over by the two mattresses from my bed. The room was suddenly too big for me.

The pillows on my bed were still strewn on my bed like how it was when we were lying down there a few minutes before we had to leave for the airport. If I peered closely, I could see the imprint of your head on my pillow.

The sharp tang of your cologne faintly lingers in the air, especially around my study table, where your cologne bottle took residence at for the past week. It titillates, it teases. And I half-expected you to come from behind and bury your nose into my hair.

The tiger-striped mug you used during your trip sat forlornly on the table, traces of milk and honey in it. Oh, I promised to make you a cup of warm milk and honey, but in the end, I was too busy, and you had to make it yourself. Would it have tasted better if I made it for you?

When I hugged you one last time before you stepped into the departure hall, I wanted to whisper, "Don't go.." once more, but I was afraid we'll cry harder. I saw you walk further and further away; you didn't look back, and within seconds, you have turned the corner, and I couldn't see you anymore. I cried, tiny yelps of fresh sobs.

What did outsiders think when they see us? So many times I look onto couples with curiosity, and a sense of guilt at the invasion of privacy, as they hugged and kissed and bid their final goodbyes in airports. What did we look like? Did the people think, what do they know, they are so young. Or did they think that it is a tragedy that true loves have to be separated?

As I stayed in the airport, waiting for the airport shuttle to transport me back home, I slumped on the wobbly plastic chairs scattered unstrategically all over the airport. The chair squeaked when I move, I remember. I berate in my heart, the injustice, that we were under the same roof of the airport, but yet, you were unreachable. I let my tears flow freely then, without any moves to wipe them away. I didn't care what I looked like, possibly a giant mess of tears, runny nose, and smeared eyeliner. I flipped through the magazine I bought half-heartedly, the words blurring through my vision of tears. The colorful graphics danced on the pages, taunting me, because then, I felt that there was no more color in my day.

When the final call for your flight came on the announcement, my heart wrenched and twisted, and I briefly wondered why a person's threshold for pain could be so high.

How stupid I was. I concentrated so much on the fact that you were coming for a holiday, that we could see each other, spend time together, that I could bring you to eat my favorite food, and my secret spots in uni; that I forgot that, eventually, I have to say goodbye. How naive I was, to think that departing from each other at the beginning of each semester is the worst that we could possibly endure. Because that is not true. Saying goodbye hurts, every single time. And perhaps I wasn't prepared for this, it hurt even more this time.











I was clearing up my room just now, and I found the pink boxer shorts that I bought before you came. I forgot about it, and you didn't get to see me in it.

How I wish that I just screw my group mates, and finished my auditing group assignment single-handedly before you arrive, so that the stupid assignment wouldn't have to take up some of our time together. So that you could have my undivided attention.

Now, I beat myself up inside, for not trying harder to be chirpy, to be cheerful, despite being worn out from sleeping too little, going out a lot, and working on my assignment.

I wish I have kissed you a few times more, held your hand tighter, snapped more pictures together, hugged you closer.

I wish I had time to remove the chipped pink nail polish I had on, and slab on fresh coats of sleek red nail polish.

I wish I was the one who gently rub in moisturiser onto your face every morning and before going to bed. Instead, you had to do it (carelessly), while I typed away on my assignment, with my back facing you.

I also wished I could slather some Nivea body lotion on your hairy legs, since you mentioned that the skin on your ankles and knees are peeling; although you taunt me with possibilities of your leg hair becoming smooth and shiny in the process.

I wish I wasn't sick in the first few days of your trip, so that we could get down to business and be naughty. :P

I also wish I huddled closer to you on that rainy night in the city, under the flimsy black umbrella that you heroically purchased because I was shivering from the pattering of the raindrops.














I love you, although when I cried in front of you because I thought of having to be apart for the next few months, you tried to comfort me by telling me, "Don't cry. It's only another 10 weeks". In the end, you started crying too, because you realized 10 weeks is a really long time, and we both were sniffling and laughing 'cause your reassurance damn fail.






Last night, I wore the pajamas I wore on the night before you left, because it reminded me of a time when you hugged me to sleep, you were close, and you were here.

Alone.

Today is the day. :(






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He has left.




Anyone knows a remedy for red and puffy eyes?