Here, have some extremely shamelessly pose-y photos of myself.

Hello blog-o-sphere, we finally meet again. My O Levels are almost done with, since 'Hell Week' has finally come to a close. 'Hell Week' is referring to the week that just passed which is where the bulk of my exams (and the ones that I suck at) were. Alas, I have only History and Science multiple choice left. Then I shall be a free bird once again. I'd actually like to say that I haven't really been studying as hard as others are (or as hard as I should have and could have) during this stressful period and despite that, I've been so blessed seeing as so much went my way during this intense week or so. Of course, I thankfully managed the subjects that I had worked so hard for throughout the year and I'm just hoping and praying that things turn out the way I'm expecting it to be. But it's my weaker subjects (also the subjects I'm lazy to study for), such as Accounts and Social Studies so far, that God has really been so faithful to me. I've gotta be honest, the night before the paper, the only thing I did was half halfheartedly read through my theory notes once and that was it. But when I came out of my final Accounts paper, I was relatively at ease and so thankful that it was over. In the case of the Social Studies paper, I took a really bold move and only focused on half a chapter. Yes, literal suicide, seeing as they can supposed come out with questions that require the knowledge of two chapters. But lo and behold, the question came out specifically for that half chapter. It was a miracle right there before my eyes. No one could understand the pure joy that was flowing through me. I swear I've never written that much in my entire life. I'm just so glad right now that I'll never ever have to put myself through the pure torture again of having blatant propaganda forcefully shoved down my throat. That Social Studies textbook is pure evil. So right now, I've just got to pick my arse up and actually study for History instead of awaiting on another miracle again and get through the multiple choice paper and I'm done.

Actually, I'm not quite looking forward (as I had expected to) to being 'done' with everything. I feel that when I'm done, I'll have nothing to do anymore. Sure, I'm heading overseas in December, but what am I going to preoccupy myself with between November and December? I'll be running like a headless chicken, not knowing what to do with myself. Enough with the pessimism, PMA. I'm going to have a blast not knowing what to do with myself.

I'm really stoked to be going Paris though. The beautiful French people with their large noses (or is that the Italians? Either way), the wonderful French food, the refreshing French air, the picturesque French sights and most importantly, the cold French winter. It's time for the coats and boots to be free. I'll be spending Christmas over there, so fingers crossed it snows on Christmas day (Night would be even better!) like those scenes where you see in the movies and then some Prince Charming will sweep me off my feet and we'll run and dance around the streets. Oops, sorry, got a little carried away there. I'm also hoping that shopping will be fantastic there. I'm looking forward (Is there a synonym for looking forward? I keep think there's a word that has the same meaning as looking forward but I can't remember it and I'm starting to get sick of the words looking forward) to buying some nice new clothes and being able to dress nicely, so fingers crossed my mom lets me do so. Plus, I'm going to immensely expand my nail polish collection so I'm also looking to get a few bottles of Chanel, some Nars and butter LONDON, provided I'm able to find the latter two.

My hair is getting so thick it's almost not nice. I love thick hair and I love that I'm blessed with a thick mane but it's getting so unkempt. Pink promise I'll fix it when my papers are finally over aka the following Tuesday.

In all honesty, I still think of JP from time to time. I still fantasize about what could have been if I had been allowed and had agreed to go watch a football match with me that night. I know that all these thoughts are naive because I barely know that guy, and for all I know, he may have a hidden agenda of some sort. For all I know, he may not be the absolute gentlemen and charmer that I have thought him out to be. I know I keep telling myself that kind of situation will probably never happen again, but I know deep down in my heart, I secretly wishing that perhaps the same scenario will unfold in France once again, but perhaps with a different ending this time. What are the odds? Who I am I kidding really?

There are times when I feel like the most beautiful thing in the world. These are the times when people bother to give me a second look, or when guys hit on me (in this case, like what happened with JP). Then there are times when I feel like absolute thrash. These are the times when people don't bother looking twice at me, when I see that everyone had someone on their arms, except me. Why am I basing my beauty on something so superficial? I can never decide whether I'm beautiful or not. What is even beauty anymore? I can't seem to find anyone beautiful anymore because I seem to only see people as beautiful when they have make up on. When everything comes off, and the being is seen in its rawest form, it seems to be a far cry from the image it first portrayed.The media has coerced us into believe that beauty is everything superficial. I was just thinking, maybe there's isn't anyone beautiful. There are just those who are ugly, and those who aren't.

This has been an absolutely pointless and boring post about my mundane life, arrivederci x.