PEACE XX.

The last semester of my poly life officially starts tomorrow. A little excited but the dreadfulness overpowers it more. Fast forward 4 months on and I’ll be out of there. High time to plan and make my next move on my education career. The pain of college applications I fear!

D&K: And hey, if that is your prerogative, I respect that. Put the blame on us for all you want, because this “so-called” situation is so insignificant, I’d rather watch my cactus grow than to salvage it. Like I always say: Its Over!

BR ≠ BROMINE.

While in this case BR = Brow Resurrection. Goodbye sparse and fainted brows, hello fish tail!

Potion and lotion.

OXYGEN.

Alas, the long F1 weekend is finally over. No more having to get up half and hour earlier just to be caught in a jam, or having to be shuffed around in trains just because it was twice as packed as usual. Nevertheless, it was enjoyable catching the race on the last day. Not so much of an F1 fanatic but joining in the cheers (and jeers of course) from the spectators does bring about slight andrenalin rush and excitement.

Dad had complimentary tickets so we went in his place.

The Padang crowd by day.

The huge beef hot dog with sauce that tasted like dog food.

Ready. Set. Go.

A victory kiss from Lewis Hamilton to Nicole Schrezinger.

The highlight of the night was definitely catching Backstreet Boys in action right after the race, which was a surprise(Yes you, Lady Gaga. Your 1.5hrs late stint did not impress me). Their two hour set blew the crowd away with their cliche hits like I’ll Never Break Your Heart, Larger Than Life. Back to the old skool!

Brain, always thought he was the cutest BSB.

And the Padang crowd by night.