Try spotting the bubbles in the next 3 pictures (: (: (: 

Was going to blog a happy and lengthy post, but I am suddenly not up to it. It's been a long day, in the most ironical sense, considering how I only spent 3/4 plus hours out. But I guess in life, things can't always go my way and I need to learn that. The feeling sucks, really it does, but ultimately I guess it is something I have to learn to cope with in order to keep the people around me happy, my tear ducts dry and my heart sane. I know that definitely does not mean I care less, because if I were to do that no real lesson is being learnt. But I need to rationalise, I need to think with my head more than my heart. 

Anyway today was pretty interesting! (: Went to Botanic Gardens haha. Wished it wasn't raining before that though, I would have happily stomped on the grass haha. But we still managed to get many pretty shots. Need to come back here when it's sunnier <3 

Oh and I got called for SMU's social sciences interview today! 

SENSE MY RELIEF PLEASE.

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Oh and on a completely different and random note, here's one of my favourite speeches of history.
It's by Ronald Reagan, titled 'Tear down this War.' I'm just going to insert one of my favourite parts here.

Perhaps this gets to the root of the matter, to the most fundamental distinction of all between East and West. The totalitarian world produces backwardness because it does such violence to the spirit, thwarting the human impulse to create, to enjoy, to worship. The totalitarian world finds even symbols of love and of worship an affront. Years ago, before the East Germans began rebuilding their churches, they erected a secular structure: the television tower at Alexander Platz. Virtually ever since, the authorities have been working to correct what they view as the tower's one major flaw, treating the glass sphere at the top with paints and chemicals of every kind. Yet even today when the sun strikes that sphere--that sphere that towers over all Berlin--the light makes the sign of the cross. There in Berlin, like the city itself, symbols of love, symbols of worship, cannot be suppressed.