THE EXAMS HAVE ENDEDDDDDDDD!!!

And man does it feel strange to be typing away at my keyboard again! Haha. XD

Anyway, the pics speak for themselves...had a smashing time at kBox in Chinatown with S. and A.! :) We sang and goofed off and er iaccidentlysmashedaglasswhileattemptingtodance but all was good in the end! :))

Bought a pair of Hush Puppy kicks for work too as you can see..originally wanted to get Anna Sui ones, but S. said they were unsuitable for work,so. ): ...$100 off too you know....!!!!

Dangit, but at least i like these shoes :)

Haha.

Gonna meet Odieeeeee! tmr! To get black pants for my attachment...good time to put those Taka vouchers to use i suppose.

Boring purchases aside, this past week merely consisted of study sessions with Sarah :)) Productive and useful! Those sessions, with the study sessions with my poly mates have probably turned me off studying at home i think. I keep on watching Family Guy when i'm supposed to study when at home alone -.-

But the EXAMS ARE OVERRRRR!! :)) No more guilt trips! FB games! Yay!

Haha alright, inane stuff aside,i've been giving a particular issue some thought. 'Incident' is a more apt term for what happened but the underlying issue is what i have been focusing on recently.

If one only focuses on the happenings of that particular day, and not the whole picture then yes, the course of action i took was what prompted such a vitriolic outburst. If one looks at the picture as a whole, it is my opinion that i am not all fault falls on me here-the same incident happened the last time, with roles reversed. Having waited at Somerset for an hour with impending exams that time and still forcing myself to be dapper should be more than enough compensation for that day(of the incident)'s late-coming.

I don't know what half truths or lies may have been generated by the party concerned above in dealings with other people. Honestly i don't wish to know.

It's too early and i honestly don't know what kind of actions a tumult of emotions may prompt me to do, but i state this in total honesty; as just a reminder to myself: I don't know how one can bring oneself to do everything in one's power to keep a friend who's already lost, in a sense. Someone who one can't trust anymore with anything. Not even to speak one's mind without fear of being judged-how Ironic, then, is it, to be judged for what you say by the very same person who once said with total conviction and self-righteousness, "Real friends don't judge their friends.".

Good advice that i'll keep in mind; pity about how warped and rotted ____ actually,truly was.

This person in particular's like a soothing, healing balm which has, in the cover of the dark, turned to sulfurous poison in one's wounds.

Alright, enough ranting and heavy stuff for the night.

Gonna go pick out my outfit for tmr...am thinking soft and feminine, but with a hidden dark streak....like, a baby pink wifebeater, long black cardi, pleated belt to cinch it in and shorts with a leather bag and silver studs. And an antique rose ring. Well, at least i hope it denotes my idea of soft yet tough anyway. Teehee.

Nights all! :)