like finally, yeah.
time really does fly quickly. finally settling down for a moment from the hustle and bustle of college life (which seems practically impossible at points, i must point out), i've just only realise that it has been 3 months since i've started college. and oh march! my favourite month, a beautiful month of rebirths, renewals and regrowths! did you know coca cola was introduced on the 29th of march in 1886 and the eiffel tower was officially opened on the 31th of march in 1889?
and do you i'm finally turning legal in 15 more days? *hint ;)
my birthday falls on the spring equinox *super transparent hint ;)
i swear college has been sucking the living hell out of me.
So, prom. i had fun of course, but it was all too overrated. wanted to get a big fluffy sparkly dress for prom but couldn't manage since it was just a few weeks before spm and i did not have the time for some extensive shopping. ended up with a little lacy bare back number and black peep toes heels from topshop, matched them with a pair of gold feathered earings, but without the feathers HAHA, painted my nails in a gunmetal shade and that's about it. boring, i know.
hair did by ming chuen and make up did by non other than yours truly #successkid.jpg
memememe
ivy
ming chuen
it bloody rained on that day.
flowers from charles.
i can act retarded if i want to, it's prom after all!
ivy. ghost. wen jing.
mindfucked?
okaylah, here's a proper picture of us :)
zhin yi
teik huey (smarty pants) and yuee huoy (smarty pants too!)
emily
juin yi
credits to leon mok
ze three dashing musketeers
timothy, alvin and james
ze ex-classmates :)
ze ex-ex-classmates
harsukh and nasheel
mel and nat
ivy and wei ying

prom queen went to jia yin and prom king went to ze ex, jeffrey.
had a slightly akward moment there so i started playing with my fingers #okay.jpg
prom ended with the dance floor which started off with slow dancing. charles and i was asked by the organisers to lead the first dance. it was so extremly akward and they even video taped it and now its on youtube omgbbq o.O
please, the only dance i know consist of a series of weird jerky superstars wannabe moves reserved for singing along at home. you really do not want to witness it.
and that's the end of my high school chapter.
sweet dreams, my lovelies.
oh wait, here's one last picture of my flowers haha!
pretty or not?

































