Oh Mr Sun, sun, Mr Golden SUN.

• Met Farah for swimsuit shopping.
• Wanted to watch Yanni's Shelly's cheerobics but my hacking cough started acting up.
• Rested.
• Somehow ended up getting entertained by the pool, drooling over Farah's swimming instructor who, is a complete hottie, very much older and very very much married. He must be what people would call FILF (hahahaha i still rmb what MILF is sia!)
• I almost dissolved under the sun. Ohmygoodness i'm such an indoor person. If i were a cat, I'd be a fat house cat. If i were a rabbit, I'd be a fat, i-forgot-how-to-hop kinda rabbit. Ok you get the idea.
• If you were hoping to see photos of us in swimsuit.... hahaha there won't be any here!!! Farah's is a really ooh-la-la-la sexxay and sophisticated "ensemble". Mine's really cute by the way. It's got a superbly gay shade. It matches my superbly pale (sickly) skin.
• Okay, i'm all zenn-ed out (indeed) and I will be coughing myself to sleep.

I finally got down to applying for the unis here and all I have to say is, I don't even know which course I'm hoping to get into. What is this? Am i really a hopeless drifter, going through life the easy way, by simply doing what is expected out of me? I am ready to fight for what I want but where do I even begin to strategize when I have no concrete goal? Questions - all rhetorical, sadly.

Yes I want to write, but not forever! One minute I want to do real estate and the next minute I want to do political science so I can work with the Ministry of Foreign affairs. Then a few seconds later... I fall asleep. Goodness.

Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
Skali all three reject me...
Que sera, sera.