International Represent

Culture

My country's student society was announced as the Most Culturally Interesting performance and was so close to, as a matter of fact just one vote away, from winning Best Overall performance of the night. Amazing. My ears could not tolerate the level of screaming by the proud MIB-ians in the audience.

Colours

All of the societies deserved a standing ovation. Musical Theater and Japanese Drums are my favorites. Unfortunately, Capueira did not show up this year.

I deeply regret not participating this year as it would be my final year in the university. Sadly, I sacrificed myself to commit more time to my academic life. Which is boring I tell you. I think you should throw yourself at every opportunity no matter what. Yes, there is only 24 hours in day but there is only one You in a lifetime. If you think I am making sense, go for it. Remember that.

little sighs and smiles

I love to watch him sleep. I can't decide whether he's just so adorable or just so plain adorable.

God, don't let me lose him.

4.45am

I actually regret not blogging for the past year. The months that have passed have been nothing short of amazing. It has been unbelievable to have experienced so much. As I skimmed through my old posts, I really feel like that young girl would listen in awe if I told her what she will go through. In a span of a just a couple of years, university can transform your appearance, outlook, philosophy, passions and you.

How I miss drawing beautiful imaginations inside my tattered but beloved sketchbook, and writing utterly emo poems.

I cannot deny I would not give back what the UK life has given to me. It is as if I picked a particularly ugly piece of shell by the sea and kept it in my pocket and brought it home only to slowly realize as the days go by that there is beauty and knowledge in every single thing God has created. That ultimate feeling of pleasure in life is what we live for.

It is these kinds of feelings that I have to keep reminding myself to not forget. Because no matter what, something which I like to call the Everyday will eventually find a way to pull you down one way or another. A hurtful misunderstanding with someone you care about, a plummeting of self-esteem, a sense of dread at looming deadlines etc.

But I try hard to tell myself to fuck the Everyday and its problems. It's a constant wave trying so hard to grab my heart and with it my hopes and fears and swallow them into the deep. Life gets scarier as you get older. Bloody fucking scary. I won't stop trying.

I'll remind myself to try to blog more.

I have come to appreciate the idea of a cyber diary

where I can look back one day

and see how I have evolved.

your perfume

A trail of overwhelming scent

I inhaled in glorious delight

Sweeter than the gardens of Kent

Even twinkling like the night