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I think I almost forgot how nice it feels to blog. I haven't been typing much ever since school started this year and that sucks because I totally lost touch with this space. So I'll be slowly revitalizing the energy here.

Decided to head down to Coronation Plaza two-leveled Starbucks today. A change of environment is indeed good because at least I could absorb some stuffs unlike yesterday. Totally love the ambience because it was a mix of carefree and studious environment (yeah Singaporean students study anywhere and everywhere). As usual, I had an awesome relationship with my hot chocolate hazelnut and had a nice, warm blueberry muffin. Yep, I realize that tea and cakes can really make my day (:

I met with my girlies for ais' birthday celebration. And adhering to the theme, it was small, special and intimate. Oh how I miss girly moments and fun-time. Yes, I do sound like I really spent a great deal amount of time away from these things. In actual fact, I did go to the central library for about 13 days or so (sucha loser right?), but of course Rui Qi and myself would beg to differ because they were productive days plus random, spurts of fun times too. It's nice having a study mate although I broke it today simply because I could not take being in the same place for a long time. So I left the library in a haste yesterday, spent some time in the bus dealing with myself for once, separate from academic aspirations, and met Qeen for dinner. And it was good (:

Random facts of the day:

- I think figs (which are high on dietary fibre I should add), can really work your bowels.
- It takes many muscles to frown, so smiling, in many ways, are beneficial.
- Bruno Mars looks like a mat (not spreading beach mats, but mats as in, malay idling boys under the HDB blocks) in the Lazy Song with his checkered shirt. Heehee. But still cute and awesome tho!
- NUS residences are not so bad after I had my sleepover experience in diila's room at RVR! Although sleeping on the sleeping bag is rather back-breaking, but it was good. We talked our way to sleep, mostly talking about anything french.

Random question of the day:
- Can Bruno Mars speak tagalog?

And I absolutely LOVE this.


Can you spot the different smileys found in the clip?
And I love perky women. Contagious!
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