Sep 12, 1pm.
On the bus back to school now for stats tut and other stuff.
Sent Lixian off at the airport last now. Somehow managed to hold my tears in in front of her. I guess, she means much more to me than I thought..
If I really wanted to let go of this friendship, I wouldn't have even started knitting that scarf for her. After much struggling to finish with all the work, I ended at 245 rows, with 42 stitches in each row, it exceeded 10000 stitches, hopefully it all translates to blessings for her at UK. :)
Oh, I was casting off the scarf while waiting for the mrt to changi at Tanah merah, and this foreigner guy walked towards me and commented on how hard it is to knit and that it's such a beautiful piece. :) thank you for the compliment and sorry for being a bit not responsive because I was rushing to finish it..

Told my mum while waiting for the bus just now about Lixian starting to cry after hugging her brother, and how my brother would be happy instead if I went overseas to study. Haha, somehow this is slightly amusing.
Plainly told her I'm so jealous of Lixian having 2 big brothers who dote on her. To be honest, it wasn't just her. I was always jealous of girls with elder brothers protecting them and doting on them.
Then my mum said you have your mum, I would dote on you twice the amount. :) suddenly felt so loved and fortunate and I can't stop crying now. And she was saying how my brother would definitely protect me if anything bad happens.
And thinking about how my dad wanted to send me back to school today and avoiding to ask me about his traffic offence appeal even though it failed and all other stuff because he knew I was busy and wanted me to concentrate on uni.
Maybe, keeping a distance from family sometimes help to keep a healthy relationship... You avoid so much more conflicts and tend to express your love more.

One month into uni and I feel physically tired from all the work and mentally tired from trying so hard to manage all the social relationships.
But I gotta go on.
You gotta make this 3 years worthwhile Luping. And make the following years matter even more. You gotta chase down your dreams, your hopes, your wants. Do it big, make them proud.
Don't be afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of... :)

THAT LADYY

` Luping
` Amethyst (Ame)
` 22

` 6H'06 FTPPS
` 104'07 204'08 302'09 402'10 NYGH
` 11S6A HCJC
` NTU

`ELF, Primadonna, F迷, JM and much more

used to be:
` Audi-addict; IcyWitchy/IcyIceWitchy/
---xAMETHYST / Amethystf
` FAM: TheRetainners; -PlayWithMe- ; xLOVEDOPESSx;


Luping is a lost child that has been seeking for her career direction since the first time someone asked her "What would you like to be when you grow up?", when she was still too tiny to reach the basin in her house. Despite reading books like What Should I Do with My Life: The True Story of People Who Answered the Ultimate Question by Po Bronson, she had been searching like a headless housefly (literally translated from 无头苍蝇) past graduation when she actually probably needed to find a job. Eventually, she found a job and a... direction.

For those who know Luping personally, she loves plushies/soft toys and is prepared to go on war with anyone who gets their hands on her babies. Her babies are personified with voices of hers and her Mummy's, and both of them enjoy framing the babies for things they obviously cannot do. When her Mummy suggested that if one day, the babies actually speak up, “那应该会吓死” (it would probably frighten one to death), she responded that she will instead “开心死” (be happy till death) if xiaofenhong (our cute, hot pink, flat bunny) replies her. That is the extent of her loneliness love for her babies.

And for those who know Luping as Amethyst, she is a rather huge fangirl of the Korean boy band, Super Junior. So much that she learnt (and is still learning - 반가워요!) Korean in hope of understanding what they say without subtitles and avoiding the losses in translation. She has been a fanfic writer for two years and counting, which sparked off her interest in writing and thus, this blog to practise writing so that one day, she might have the courage to apply for a (content) writer position or send in a manuscript to a publisher.

HER PASTY

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