Up up and away

6am looks like this.









So red I could weep.

Spent the better half of this morning falling in and out of sleep, trying to rush all my last minute BTT revision before the 10.30am test. WHICH I PASSED HALLELUJAH! Almost laminated my PDL in ecstasy. Now it's a rush to clear all my practicals and get a final date for TP.

I put this off for way too long. A long time ago, I figured I could never afford a car so I'd take a bike license instead. That was also the every same night I burned my calf on my ex-boyfriend's bike. So I killed the thought real quick.



































My eyes are much bigger usually ASK ANYONE.

Anyway, I am discovering something nice.

A long time ago, thin, light colored eyebrows were all the rage. Girls, don't pretend you don't fucking know. All the pretty ones had the daintiest brows. Everyone made fun of thick eyebrows. The ultimate insult was the uni-brow. The jokes wrote themselves.

You can't tell, but my eyebrows are un-tamable.

They are thick, long, full and dark. It arches sharply towards the end of my eye and extends to somewhere near my temple. The fuckers in my old secondary school used to make fun of them. I'd get really insecure and thread it even though I was only 13, bearing with the awful pain just so they'd have one less thing to pick on.

And now, in a twist of events, my eyebrows became the society standard. 

Now, lesser girls are falling over themselves, abusing their markers trying to create caterpillar art on their eyelids. Lesser girls are trying to wave personality into their fake eyebrows. Lesser girls are having bigger eyebrows.

I thought it was funny. And I was glad too. I have now cut down my threading sessions from 12 times a year (yes my eyebrows really do grow that fast and they really are that thick) to just 4 times. NO MORE PAIN HALLELUJAH.

I still don't like thick eyebrows till today. Years of being tortured for them has forced me to forever see it as disgust. In fact, I think Cara Delevingne's eyebrows are the bane of mankind. I still like soft, demure eyebrows.

But moving on.

So that's one.

The second is my hips.

I have wide hips and a bubble butt. I don't do squats because I am a lazy piece of shit but I am genetically blessed. My grandmother has hips that can support a table. My mum has hips that can flatten Venezula. My sister has hips that can crush through ice. My hips can indent any chair.

But back to my point. For so many years, I grew up listening to my mum and grandma complain about their hips and butts. Sometimes they blame us because, you know, childbirth hehe but sometimes they blame dinner.

And so me and my sister grew up thinking big hips bad, big butts bad.

Then, out of nowhere, big butts became the rage! Black women dominated the game, followed by the Latinos. Kim Kardashian happened. Nicki Minaj happened. I am mentally throwing up as they pop into mine.

But the point is: suddenly, big hips and big butts are okay! My mum's generation and grandma's generation will never see it but at least me and my sister are in the right era. We are finally not hiding our asses anymore!

So that's two things that are wonderfully working out for me.

Now, the last and hopefully lasting trend I need to surface is shortness. Let all the short ones in Hollywood champion for it. Short is better. Be below 150cm. Everyone loves a girl they can trust as far as they can literally throw. DO IT. MAKE US HAPPEN. MAKE THE SHORT ONES PROUD.



























Rock climbing again!

I got way rusty. I managed to do quite a few 12m climbs but I couldn't do a color route anymore. I took a mere 7 week hiatus and it feels like my body no longer wants to try anymore. Now, I'm at the same standard as my baby brother.

Oh yes, he conquered the 12m north face on his very first attempt today! SO PROUD OF HIM!

Went home early because I AM A WEAK PIECE OF SHIT. Returned to the father solemnly watching a documentary on fishes and ignoring me as usual when suddenly, as I entered the kitchen, he said,

"Coco come and look at this big fish."

MY DAD!

MY FREAKIN' DAD!

My dad, who I had a strained relationship with since my multiple tattoos, voluntarily asked me to join him for tv! And ate the tu tu kuehs I bought from downstairs my place with me! I WAS SO HAPPY I COULD WEEP.

Today is the best day of September indeed hehe.