Simple?

Hello chicas. I spent most of my week writing, watching cat videos incessantly and doing SAT practice tests. Critical reading will be the death of me I swear. But it's good to have a synapse workout sometimes, keeps the grey matter between your ears youthful. Yes, youthful. Brain fun, anyone? *snort*

The Sunday before the recent Sunday, my family went out.... (we rarely do nowadays with busy schedules and my brother having to study for IGCSEs.... the rest of us wants to  stay guilt-free) ....to get our passport photos taken. As a person who jumps at any reason to dress in anything other than shorts and fading tees, I threw on my under-utilized blazer. Yes fellow mall strollers, I never do mind your stares. If the street-snappeds are wearing them, it's cool right? Right?

Blazer from Promod, shorts from Milktee, mum's tee worn as loose tee, sandals from Aldo, sling from Charles and Keith.

Now back to cracking the SATs. *circle whip motion over head*

Markets @ Jaya One

Bonsoir! I have just finished yet another round of hectic applications for UK due to overlooking certain important aspects of it. The experience is different to everyone but for me it is just..... *throw hands up in air*. 

Getting on with my real life, Saturdays are not days to just sit around doinng nothing. For those who need not work, the day is more than sleeping in and having brunch. Saturdays are meant for new experiences and with that I mean exploring a bazaar of plural elements with friends for the first time (with that I mean sans parental supervision for the first time yes yes yes). So on the 5th of October, the Terrific Trio (name coined by Sabrina the bold and brilliant) made their way to the 11th installation of Markets @ Jaya One. Markets was hot, humid and interesting.

So lo and behold.... it is picture time!

My outfit of the day: Washed denim top borrowed from my brother, dip dyed denim shorts from Kitschen, Charles & Keith sling bag, strappy sandals from Nose.

Nails for two weeks.

And part of my meager haul.... Mind you, half of what I bought was for my brother so I was limited on spending.

All in all, the day was well spent with the company of my lovely gals. Could have been better if we had full attendance. But hey. Toodles, I need to concentrate on being sick in order to recover.

Picture credits: Sabrina, Carmen and Bam

If.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

- Rudyard Kipling

Sorry for doing a David Copperfield on you, it was not my intention. 
I just went through a storm of university applications, Buddhist association activities and soul-searching. Now I am basking in the aftermath - glistening puddles, clean pavements, clear skies, moist blanket of vapour in the air. Everything appears to be vivid with life and colour, heightening your awareness of your surroundings. It is like you found out about HD tv all over again. With the hope and serenity in the air, you cannot help but feel rejuvenated as well.

The poem, not having apparent relations, actually serves as the reminder. To me it is a yellow post-it on the board keeping me grounded at all terms and all times. Stay on whatever path you choose and let your heart (and mind) lead the way.

Enough of the zen-y, (post?) new age stuff because knock knock, reality is back!

Have a lovely week though!