I had a bad day, I'm sure.

Picture credits to Silvester Chua.

Today wasn't exactly the best day I've had, but if I hadn't taken one step back to stop putting all the focal point on myself, I prolly wouldn't have remembered how beautiful and magnificent sunsets are. I cannot even remember when was the last time I really sat down and waited for the sunset.

People always say, that there are certain things in life that cannot be captured, one must experience it to know, so coming to a conclusion that one cannot capture the finest moments in life.

Having said that, after Google Imaging and seeing all the pictures of sunset that they offer, I hereby declare that Sliv's picture is prolly the next closest thing to a perfect sunset moment - so I had to rip and credit. Sue me.

Matrimony ♥

I've always wanted to go to weddings with boyfriend. But then, when i recount back, everyone who's at the apt age for marriage is already married. And my friends, those who'd be married with their boyfriends/girlfriends now are limited. I could name a few..

HAYL AND IAN
BEN AND RAE
GREG AND MEL

but I just needed to say..

GET MARRIED ALREADY.
I WANT TO ATTEND WEDDINGS WITH JACK.

As for now, ta! ♥

P.S: 31 months today ♥

Misses J ♥

She misses J ♥. And all the hugs and fights and crazy times they've had. Plus all the other food times and shopping times, and walking around aimlessly times.

Have you at any moment in life, had this weird sudden craving for a big hug? That's exactly how I'm feeling right now. Don't tell me that I don't know what it's like when he goes and serve the nation. Because I have all my rights to feel this way now, and you don't because your boyfriend is in the army. :)

Call me sucker call me loser, this is my space, so keep your girly whines to yourself. No wait, I wouldn't mind some blogwar, this space has been pretty quiet for long. Whatever, not that I seriously care about what you're going to say anyways. (:

P.S: I feel like a bitch now and wants some excitement, amuse me, please.
P.P.S: I can't wait for the weekends to come! :D

Friday's Training

Punggol Nasi Lemak
Training at Hougang
ChunFai's Place

Everytime we go out of school for training, this happens. We camwhore, we have fun. This makes me misses Gerlaine and Cassie more. ):

P.S: More pictures on Facebook.
P.P.S: Next Friday's training is at IMH.

I hate it when I lose things.

I can't believe that I totally forgot to take my shoe bag (with my red havaianas inside) down the bus with me this morning. Now it's prolly in that fateful 99 that I took, or in the lost and found section of Clementi's interchange.

I have nothing more to say, I'll just go grieve over my lost ally. One who's been through thunder and storm with me, gave me comfort, made me look confident and awesome, one who'll step on anything for me. I'll miss you, the one in red. ):

No more brain juice

I return home from school everyday, dead tired. So I began to ask myself what have I really done in school that leaves me drained of every bit of energy - nothing.
*Rolls my eye.

P.S: Jack's stalking my blog. jack says: im your loyal fan

Pistachios

I was just talking to my happy pills about pistachios, and now, I'm having a major craving for it.

My meals have been awesomely irregular, I just pray that the stupid gastric will not come knocking on my door anytime soon. All I ate was french toast today. I have this stupid craving for everything, but when I'm actually faced with it, I lose that craving. Lol. Life sucks when my appetite sucks. I mean, what's there in life if I don't feel like eating what I like? LOL.

I miss having training, I want training everyday. I'm dreading what's to come in about 6 hours time, I dread having to walk through that gates of horror. I dread lessons and lectures. I haven't even done any of my holiday assignments, I don't know where my GP file is.

I look forward to the next major holidays. :D

I miss my happy pills, tata!

P.S: My English must have dipped after retaliating HER comments.

Just dance

There are some certain moments that I'd wish I could just dance. If I knew how to, that is. Someone used to promise to waltz with me under the moonlight. That said, I'll be really elated if you are willing to be my waltz partner, and save your last dance for me. Then again, I love Latin dance more. I have no idea why. I shall go for classes when I have spare buckeroos. :D

P.S: I love silhouettes by the way, awesome silhouettes like these is to die for.

March Holidays.

Volleyball has officially taken up the bulk of my holidays, but I'm not complaining, or at least not yet. Because I adore trainings, with the exception of the physical part.

Rasa Sentosa. Tonight, will be back with awesome pictures of S&A, and J&N of course. Not forgetting, breathtaking pictures of the sunset+sunrise, the beach and what not. One helluva awesome time I'm predicting. (:

Equinox. Tomorrow afternoon, pictures from high up above once I'm back. Fantastic view I'm anticipating. And great food. :D

Class BBQ. Monday night. Crazy classmates and awesome junk food. Me likes 07A1 much.

Across the causeway, Tuesday. Cheap food, cheap entertainment. I liioke!

What a spectacular way to kick start my one limited week of holidays. <3

Dear dear you

Dear Sir,
I have no idea why is it so difficult to understand what you are so amazingly good at. Obviously, I kind of suck at what you do best, and have no idea how to even start thinking like your toes. If only I can think like that 873th or the 7632nd strand of hair on your head (Oh wait, judging by the photo of you up there, I don't even think you have that much strands of hair.) I think I may just make it pass the 45 mark. Please send all the souls of the poets that you know to me on the day of my Literature paper, I will be very grateful and may even attempt to write you your sonnet or your love poem to that guy you loved.
Loves, Nicole.

P/S: Damnit, I failed Literature, again. *Rolls my eyes and clicks "Publish".

FUCK THAT SHIT

Love

I'm reaping what I sowed, I gobbled down a whole container full of crispy vegetable bean skin, or whatever that's called. The ones you eat with beehoon. (Damnit, I feel like eating beehoon now.) And I'm having the mother of all sore throats.

School's been alright, I haven't been awake enough to judge if it's a bitch. My classmates are crazy, and lessons are boring. I look forward to break times so I get to eat. I hate having hunger pangs, it makes me think that I'm dying.

Galare and Handmade noodles today, awesome. I wonder what's for tomorrow.

I'm hungry now.
I love food.
Bye.

P/S: I <3 this photo, but it makes me sad because I miss Swissotel.
P/S/S: I know that it's time to change a song, but fuck it. Lol.

High Life.

If only everyday was like today.

Swissotel <3

Awesome dinner, snap snap snapping away with our 1000D, crazy yet tiring pillow fights, cozy cuddles while watching gymnastics on ESPN, jumping around the bed like no one's watching, snuggling under super comfy sheets, the pretty view from our 21st floor room.

Rugby's playing live on ESPN while the floor lamp lights up the keyboard of Baby's Mac, the sound of the sheets ruffling with Jack sound asleep and not forgetting a plate of awesome Marks & Spencer's Milk Chocolate Digestive Biscuits. I'm off to bed, the happiest girl alive today.

Indeed, the most desired post-exam treat. (:

Pictures will be up once Hun imports it from our Canon. Good night y'all, have a lovely day ahead.

Much loves, Nicole.