The sky was a perfect shade of blue, until it started raining. October is a wet, wet month- Makes me don’t feel like blogging. Okay fine, that’s an excuse. I was just being lazy. And since I’m still lazy to write, I’ll just post some pictures to fill the void. π Our yoga sessions in class. See the matching mats with our shirts? So well-coordinated! π Mooncake festival at school. Never too old for lanterns. *a-hem* Nezar and Rinugah’s birthday celebration. Rinugah’s busy cutting cake haha. Neuroscience professors and a thank-you cake from Dr. Nicole. That’s a brain, if you’re wondering.…
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Even when they annoy the hell out of you sometimes, you can still love them. Brothers teach us that. Happy birthday, θεΌ! π
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Feels like it was just yesterday when I celebrated my birthday with some of my closest friends at a dueling piano bar. But in truth, ’tis not so… and I’m reminded that I’m a year older. This year I don’t have anything in particular that I really want – am happy and thankful for what I’ve already got. π Below are some pictures taken by Brandon last year at Howl at the Moon (thank you Brandon!). great friends, bucket of booze and long straws π mot mot and tom tom :)) <3 chocolate, durian and vanilla flavorsβ¦ awesome mix! (hey…
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You know what they say about people born in the year of Horse and people born in the year of Rat? That they don’t get along. Well there are 3 “rats” in my house right now- my mom, my uncle (dad’s brother) who stays with us on weekdays, and myself; and 2 “horses” – my dad and my (maternal) grandma. It’s funny now when I’m writing about it, but sometimes things can get really heated up, and it doesn’t always end well, especially between my grandma and mom; and between dad and myself. It’s not that big of a deal most of the…
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i am back-tracking. for the sole reason of none other than my deteriorating memory, i am jotting down the little things (or big things) that happened prior to this moment, so that i can look back and remember what i’ve done during my time in LA- for soon, i will be gone from here, and what is left will merely be memories of this place and the people i’ve met. but even then, memories are nothing more than traces of thoughts in our mind that can so easily be tampered with, modified, or forgotten. and so, this little virtual space…