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just took the last ever formal final exam in my uni life. YESSSSSSS but this end is only a beginning. the beginning of a life of tests, constant battles and dreadful things called employee appraisals/ KPIs.

somehow as i went to bed last night at 1am, after a day that started with a gatecrashing party in the morning + lunch and then preparation for the dinner solemnisation event etc etc, it happened all as if i didn't have an exam to take this morning.

two years ago, if i had a wedding to attend before an exam i guess... i would have done things differently. i might have excused myself from the morning festivities (since i don't need to drink nephew-in-law tea) and just used the 'exam trump card' to gain indemnity from having to show face and instead hole myself up at home facing a textbook. priorities have shifted, definitely, and i think i have less to lose. when you have lesser to lose you tend to put more on the line. take a gamble, take a risk, live on the edge.

i like it. it adds some sass to the boring, mundane life.


separately -
The Fullerton Hotel is really as grand as it looks on the inside. The ballroom is... kinda normal actually and the rooms are pretty albeit small.

As I witnessed my dear cousin sign on the dotted line, and promise to spend the rest of her life with her husband, to never forsake him or leave him in sickness and in health, for poorer or richer, it moved me, and her wedding seemed like every little girl's dream come true. Yet I believe that actions speak louder than words, and wedding banquets are so cliched. I cannot believe I'm actually penning these thoughts down haha. #growingjaded



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