Beautifully Imperfect.

I've always said I preferred studying over working. Give me assignment stress, exam cramming headaches, blistered fingers from furious writing any time, because with all that comes flexibility, energy and not a care in the world. Well, not really anyway.

So, if I prefer studying over working, how about studying while working? Guess I'll find out soon enough.

Got all my exemptions and an invitation to enrol, now all I've got to do is get my butt enrolled before the 26th of this month.

Pretty stationery shopping and brand new challenges, here I come! :)

There's just something about polaroids. The white frame, slightly thicker at the bottom so that you may scribble down something about the picture or the moment, that slightly grungy filter-like glaze that makes it a little vintage. 

Okay, so I'm a month late, but I figured it was time to finally get off my laurels and talk about my Resorts World Singapore Universal Studios experience.

The boyfriend and his best friend had been talking about taking a trip to the little island down under to check out Universal Studios. Because Pok Xian, his best friend, works on Saturdays, they picked a Saturday which was a public holiday for us and the best choice was 5th June - Agong's birthday! Plus, it was also Dominic's birthday, so it was like a celebration of sorts too. (Btw sigh Agong why must your birthday be on a Saturday? My employers don't give us replacements for public holidays boo :( )

Being the chronic procrastinator I was, I left the packing till late. At about 11 p.m. with a wake-up call at 4:30 a.m. the next morning to get to the LCCT in time for our flight at 8 a.m, I was still packing. Or something along those lines. 

Anddddddd during my packing, Adam sits me on my bed, taking both my hands in his and drops a bombshell telling me that "Err dear ah... I have bad news." Like he was pregnant wtf. Or he might have tried to make it a good news/bad news thing, but it was most definitely bad.

See, 5th June was not only a public holiday, but the first weekend of the Malaysian school holidays AND the Singapore school holidays. Read: Bumbling children all over the theme park whose over-zealous parents had bought the tickets for 5th June off the Resorts World website wayyyyyyyy in advance. Leaving us with no theme park tickets. Jeng jeng jeng.

A lot of drama later, we decided we'd just go try our luck with going there anyway. The moment we touched down at Changi, we hailed a cab to go there in person.

Nope. No luck. Staff at the counters told us that the tickets for Saturday had been sold out in advance and that there were none left for over-the-counter sales. Blasphemy. We decided to switch our plans around and get tickets for the next day instead -- although that meant we would have to rush through the theme park instead because our bus left Singapore at 4:30 p.m.

After buying the tickets, we wandered around some of the shops there instead. The Hershey's shop is to. die. for. Omg.

They had a Reese's section too. I love Reese's! I bought a packet of white chocolate Reese's (which Pok kindly informed me, white chocolate isn't real chocolate -_-) but they melted after leaving them in the locker all day long sigh.

Hershey's galore!

Next to the Hershey's shop was Garrett's Popcorn who does these really kick ass fragrant caramel popcorn with really big corn kernels. Till today, Adam still laments on and on about why nobody has brought it to Malaysia yet.

Because Dom and his colleagues were clever enough to buy tickets off the site in advance unlike us, they went on Saturday, and Pok went off to visit his sister on Saturday instead of Sunday like he initially planned, that left Adam and I a whole day to go dating around the island :p

It's 8:17 p.m. and there's less than 10 people out of the 100 or so people on my floor left. Level 10 usually hustles and bustles with the two workplace printers churning output non-stop, the constant smatterings of English, Mandarin, Cantonese, Malay and Tamil from one cubicle to another, loud shrill desk phone rings or Top 40 and perhaps Hindustan music blaring as ringtones out of the other phone we all carry, and the continuous clacking of keystrokes or mouse clicks. From 9, all the way to 6, and usually 7, there's never a silent moment save for lunch hour.

I didn't notice that the noise had somewhat diminished, disappeared. But this silence comes as food for the soul this evening.

Sometimes I get frustrated. I find myself become less articulate, less able to pour my feelings into words, be it through speech or in writing. It's hard, and maybe I give up too easily, but still... it really shouldn't be so difficult.

And just like a jinx, I've hit a mental block the moment I wrote the above paragraph. Guess that's life's peculiarities for you. Bites. Every. Single. Time.