thisbigcheese

Thank you for a different 20th August.

The past two weeks have been absolutely insane. I’ve sent out about 8 job applications only to hear from 1, whilst repeatedly having to deal with unnecessary reminders from my mum as to how unpromising the legal market looks both in Singapore and the UK alike. Honestly, the issue of potential unemployment has been hovering over me like a dark cloud since March. I’ve also had to deal with a truckload of administrative misfortunes that had the very strong potential to unravel into something completely out of proportion. I’ve always been a walking disaster when it comes to technology and administrative matters, and I’d like to think that this has everything to do with me being born on Friday the 13th.

But anyway, things are picking up a little right now and I had a good catch up sesh with SY last night. The pessimist that I am really needed to reminder to learn to approach things from a positive angle, to appreciate myself for who I am, to learn to take things lightly. Then there was a little text convo with Char, and I can’t wait for her to be back next week. And finally of course, a nice little phone call from a patient and thoughtful someone to clear my mind. 

So, all appears to be going well at the moment and I’m keeping my fingers crossed. Absolutely shitting myself for Friday’s interview, but please do let it go well. I’ve dealt with enough rejections this year already.

I know you too well to say you’re perfect but you’ll see you’re my sweet love, you’re perfect for me. 

I know you too well to say you’re perfect but you’ll see you’re my sweet love, you’re perfect for me. 

(via moan-s)

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It scares me that I have had thoughts this dark. I know life isn’t meant to be a bed of roses, but nothing’s been going well of late and I’m tired of fighting the odds. 

A day like no other.

A day like no other.

I never understood the whole deal about graduation, until I was properly dressed in my robes. I didn’t know how to feel about it last night, but I was proud as hell of myself as I walked out of Whitworth Hall in my white dress and black, yellow and purple robe. Proud not because I’m arrogant, but proud because I know I’ve earned this.
It’s hard to believe that it’s all over now, and I know that Manchester would never have been and will never be the same without you Singaporean hommies. 
Thank you for everything :’)

I never understood the whole deal about graduation, until I was properly dressed in my robes. I didn’t know how to feel about it last night, but I was proud as hell of myself as I walked out of Whitworth Hall in my white dress and black, yellow and purple robe. Proud not because I’m arrogant, but proud because I know I’ve earned this.

It’s hard to believe that it’s all over now, and I know that Manchester would never have been and will never be the same without you Singaporean hommies. 

Thank you for everything :’)

The minute I start caring, I fold like a house of cards. I know it’s time to let you go now. You’re fickle, unpredictable, and you don’t care. You remind me of everything about him, about why we couldn’t work out 7 years back. 

You gave me a reason to believe that things don’t always have to be that way, and I couldn’t be anymore grateful after having lost faith in all those people. So please, don’t take that reason away. 

Dad & Mum, you don’t know how grateful I am that you two have decided to support me for the LPC :’) I know I don’t deserve it, and I’ve been really willful, but thank you so, so much. I’m not ready to go back home and I know I’ll be miserable if I do because I don’t have a job, and because I need this one year to make things right, to focus on the things - beyond academics - that matter.

You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you so much, I love you both and I can’t wait to see you in July. 

Thank you for that one and a half years’ worth of silent motivation. I would not have survived the countless hours in the library without you. It saddens me to know that I’ll never see you again. You are no doubt one of the most determined, focused and gentlemanly person I’ve ever met. 

I need a cuddle so bad. I was dead on track for a first, but now I have to work incredibly hard for it because I messed up today’s paper. I’m so scared right now, and I want to move on and get over it but it haunts me so much because thinking back, I know I could have done that question if I was a lot calmer, And when I say bad, I mean I’m struggling to pass. I can’t afford to fail because its final year and there aren’t any resits. If I fail, I lose the honours to my degree. I’d be nothing but a failure. 

I need a cuddle so bad. I was dead on track for a first, but now I have to work incredibly hard for it because I messed up today’s paper. I’m so scared right now, and I want to move on and get over it but it haunts me so much because thinking back, I know I could have done that question if I was a lot calmer, And when I say bad, I mean I’m struggling to pass. I can’t afford to fail because its final year and there aren’t any resits. If I fail, I lose the honours to my degree. I’d be nothing but a failure. 

(via sexual-passion)