I don't think I'll be sticking to the 237-post limit for this blog, as I intend to start a new site only when I get my tablet (which will be when I move to Singapore for good at the end of this month, and even then only until we've settled all the school stuff), and this is already my 236th post if I'm not wrong.
This week's been hectic. Finishing off my finals Monday through Wednesday, then a full-scale hiking trip at MBK for pretty much the whole of Thursday (which was a school holiday for those who didn't have to make up any exams). I must've caught a bug on Thursday because I woke up feeling like hell- sore throat and headache, with a fever by the end of the day. (Bought 2 Ten & Co. shirts, but that doesn't count because one was making up for the shirt that got stained in the laundry...)
Friday -my last day at ISB!!!!- promised to be a big disappointment because my mother was threatening to keep me at home but I fought and ended up going, rather excited. I was in a very big daze all day and it still
hasn't sunk in that that's it, there's no longer going to be one more day... one more hour... No more 'mores', and that's the thing that I haven't quite grasped. There was always something left for me to hold on to, cling
on to, and now there's nothing. It's like I no longer have a safety rope and I'm falling but I don't even know it.
Went to Paragon afterwards with Nimarta, Nimanee and Tata. No photo studio- we were really irritated but compromised by taking photos with Tata's very awesome Canon 500D. Ate at Coffee Beans by Dao which was really unexpectedly good- and then watched Couples' Retreat
which was also really unexpectedly good. Oh, I love Malin Akerman, esp. with red hair- she just didn't get the credit she deserved in 27 Dresses
Walked in Siam Square for a while but it seems everyone was getting rather sweaty from trudging around so we went back to Paragon and just sat around at Swensen's until I had to leave at 5.30. We were going to Suanlum Night Bazaar, which looked quite good but -maybe because I was so tired it was taking all my willpower just to walk a lane, and my fever was coming back, and my blocked nose was making me breathless- wasn't that fabulous.
Today my brother and mother went to Chatuchak. I'm killing myself for having this stupid sickness because -as my brother so nicely pointed out- this was my last chance to go to Chatuchak before I leave. Dang it. Hopefully my mother will bring me back a pair of heels or a nice hobo bag, but not likely. She often hates the weird "old" stuff I like.
Speaking of which- I'm currently compiling a "My Style" collage. Already got 4 Marchesa looks lined up with the help of Style.com. !Hasta Luego!