Too little to say; too much to express

I'm so stress up now, I need to eat & eat & eat .

Time passes really fast. (I seems to be saying that every time) For the past few weeks, I'm busy with my schoolwork & settling things down. Together with Bris, we visited two museums in Singapore, Peranakan Museum & National Museum of Singapore, and we felt that the two trips are fruitless. We aren't those that would appreciate the Peranakan culture neither would we felt excited for the programmes planned for the children. Photos will be uploaded after some time. Besides those monotonous individual assignment, I also have to mess around with group projects. Well, I understand doing projects are inevitable in polytechnics but I seriously hate projects!! ): Mid-Sem Tests are also arriving in one week's time. What's more is that I'll be travelling to Malacca during the weekends (for some stress-relieved trip) with family & mummy's side family. I hope I planned my schedule well and manage to finish studying before I set off. (And, what the hell am I doing now?)

I'm recently interested in cosmetics & facial-related field. Have been watching youtube videos/vlogs etc. At least there are something for me to do at home. Unlike my mum who burst into tears every minute whenever she saw my dad's photo. (Crying is contagious for me)

I wonder how long will it take for us to feel better; will there be a day when our family feel happiness? I doubt so. There's a scar in our heart no matter what.

Some recent photos of me:

Beyond description

I've decided to revive my blog because I find that keeping a blog can help to keep memories forever. (Unless blogger decides to close down)

Countless things have happened to me and the most tremendous & drastic happening is losing my beloved father. It has been 47 days since daddy was not around with us. I couldn't stop thinking of him, and reprimanding myself for not being able to cherish & value more time with him. I regretted. I hope daddy will forgive me for throwing temper at him; being so insensible and insensitive about our financial situation; spending and wasting so much money on redundant things. Although every time when I am alone I'll cry, I will tell myself to be strong. Although things turn out the way that we don't want it to be, I'll move on. There're many things in life that we could not control but there's one thing that I'm sure I can - Love my family x100 times than before.

Daddy, I'll be a good girl to mummy and study hard to get into a local university. I know what you wish for is not to grieve over you but to stay strong. I'll do that. I love you.

Now is my project period (again!). But luckily, I've better group mates this time round :) Hope we can achieve a better results than before. To be continued!