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1/ sitting at the other side of the field watching the touch rug semis and finals with the guys
2/ my iPhone camera is incapable of capturing how beautiful the sky was that day ‘i could just lie down right now’
3/ instant noodles is my best friend – that being said – i think i need to stop eating instant noodles so often
4/ 34th stepping down ceremony
5/ MY SAVIOUR brought this to school on thursday and promptly aired my blistered toe (this wasn’t as gross as how i’m making it sound) (no my feet don’t smell, if they do smell then they smell like fairies and glitter and all things pretty) and filled my right sock with prickly heat powder ‘yucks charmaine that’s gross’ not my finest hour, guys

tomorrow makes the start of my second last school examination before the life determining A’s

i should feel confident of getting my A by now but um

ok B would be the bare minimum right haven’t gotten anything less than a B for GP this year

/why is everything about school/

can’t wait to fill this space with nothing but how i am living a sloth life….. a few more months. to say i can’t wait just might be the biggest understatement of the year

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there is comfort in silently walking alone in one of my favorite parts of singapore. i have walked this route more than four times this week yet i know that one day i will want to live here. when i am old and frail and my hands turn into my grandmother’s, i will walk (slower (much slower than before)) down this same route, past three traffic lights, with the night breeze against my skin, and still feel at ease with this place. that even in solitude this place does not make you feel alone. i walked past a mother holding her son’s hand and an old man on a bicycle. we exchange smiles and this was what i discovered today. that i do enjoy the company of myself at times like this. singing pumped up kicks but not too loudly out loud while walking, pausing every now and then to take photographs, having cheap thrills by catching 13 on the traffic light. that times like this make me realize life is more than getting straight A’s; that sometimes you just need to take a walk and feel the wind dance around your hair and know that in the end this is how everything ends up. we grow old and then we die. one day i want to travel around the world alone and just walk down the streets of [name of country] and know that there is more to life outside singapore

found my old council notebook which i had placed on a shelf filled with old notebooks and old diaries. i haven’t used it since dry run camp 2, most of the entries are council related but the thing with old diaries is that they never get old. /pun unintended/ this book was filled with doodles, orientation cheers, logistic checklists, dry run camp reflections and a message i had long forgotten about on the last page

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whole afternoon spent at the art-science museum with (undisclosed name) who i last saw exactly a week ago, before we went into the titanic exhibition one of the staff gave us both cards and told us that the profiles found on the cards were actual people who went on board the titanic and that at the end of the exhibition we will found out whether we survived or perished. i was a seven year old child and i survived.

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