throughthelookingglass
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To be honest there is nothing much about me worth knowing. I live in an island, enjoys being a photographer at times and dance like no one else business. Thats all. I can't think what to write for now so it just stays like this. Welcome to the little life of mine and lets try not to get utterly bored, shall we?

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how do i begin to describe 2016?
Thursday, August 10, 2017 @ 8/10/2017 12:15:00 PM

in the aftermath of a breakup, all that is left are only what ifs, should haves and dafuqs.

I tried to train Google Photos to hide all pictures of him. So much for deep-learning. Honestly, if the software is smart enough to recognise the face why cant it archive all of it?! There is an archive function, there is a face recognition function so?!

Spent National Day with Esther at Camp Kilo sipping on rosé and people watching. We were both dressed in maroon coloured clothes (I like to think that we looked like blops of cattleya flowers against the lush green backdrop).

Not so cheap thrill. Everything was so ridiculously priced there but then again welcome to Singapore. We went from Lavender to our next destination at Orchard to eat KFC in Lido only for me to realize that it no longer exists there anymore. ("That was long time ago since Crescent Days LAH!"-Esther "If you knew earlier why didnt you tell me!" ALAMAK. It appears that my memories felt reliable in the days of my youth whereby short bursts of happiness were etched forever slid into the harsh present of a non-KFC-Lido reality. ) PLUS we missed our bus stop so we obiked from Tanglin to Shaw I was wearing a bodycon dress and heels but my head was dreaming about fried chicken so no problems at all.

With no food in our stomaches we boarded onto 111 in hopes of catching fireworks at Dawson Skyville only to meet Singaporeans competing with Singaporeans ironically to celebrate Singapore. (Esther words not mine)  "Oi quick stand here if not cannot see! You don't stand other people come and stand already!" said a lady in mid-forties with a sweaty pug like face, shoving and pushing amidst an already dense and irritated crowd, hollering at her daughter who was standing right next to her. Took a $2 grab to HV in the end and had Mexican food before calling it a day.

We boarded a HDB lift with a guy sitting on a bicycle/motorcycle hybrid inside it. Aunties and uncles just heck care its a jungle life after all.