I started making a schedule for fyp nearly 2 weeks ago. I am a highly disorganized person & I take things as they come, not really bothering to make plans or whatsoever. So I figured that making a list would help me focus and plan my time. I know it's a little too late since it's nearing the end of fyp but better late than never right? Especially when this is the last lap.

Making a list of things to do each day does help in a way, I guess. It deters me from slacking off because my goal would be to strike off every single task for that day. Gives a great sense of satisfaction. :)

I didn't complete all the tasks today but it's okay. I'll catch up tomorrow.

1 week to the submission deadline. Completion of garments, model casting, photo shoot, new illustrations.

Remember. to. breathe.

Back from visiting.
Happy New Year

Cousin's girlfriend thought we were twins.




It's funny how distant we are from our cousins now when we used to go crazy playing catching together at my aunt's place. Awkward turtles now.

Somehow reunion dinners and the visiting seems to have lost their intent as the years pass. We eat, try to make small talk (with Fiona having to endure comments that artists will not survive), then focus my attention on whatever the tv happens to be playing at the time. It's like more of an obligation which revolves around the word 'tradition'. And of course, for the kids to get their red packets (Heh).

I'm not saying this is true for all families. There were a lot of jokes and chatter going on with my maternal family during our reunion dinner which is kinda ironic since I see a lot more of the paternal side of my family.

Just sayin'. Gonna enjoy the break from fyp! :)

Hate the flu.

Went to Yum Cha on Saturday with friends and my taste buds refused to work. The little buggers went on strike which left me unable to enjoy all that good food I was putting in my mouth. D:

Headed to school to get stuff before meeting the rest of my primary school mates to go to Eugin's funeral. I was pretty awkward but seeing his mother made me want to cry myself.

" It was an accident. You should not feel sad. He was a good person and he will go to heaven. You can go and see him. He looks very peaceful."

The very fact that she was trying to console us despite being in grief was heartbreaking. The dead pass on but what about the living, left behind to mourn the loss of a loved one?

I saw Eugin in the coffin. She was right. He did look peaceful, like he could be sleeping.

We sat around the table, reminiscing the past, the jokes and fun we shared in primary school, the teachers and other classmates. But it felt a little weird, because one of us was lying, unknowing, just metres away.