For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.

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My Memories with SRJC

To learn that my school was merging, was surprisingly, difficult for me. Don’t get me wrong, I had beautiful times with it, and some of my best friends have graduated from the very same school with me. It’s just that as I have graduated from it, I have never once looked back. I have never gone back to see my teachers, whom I owe so much to. I have simply moved on. For I was never one with great empathy, I surmise.

And perhaps, I have just assumed it will always be around, I had simply taken it for granted. Now that I reflect on it, I realised that so many of my best and happiest moments are with SRJC. It was where I have affirmed and expanded my love for English and Literature, and met many like-minded souls with whom I’m still connected to now. We have had many fun times coming up with literature plays and performances, and I feel blessed for so many cherished memories. Our literature teachers are passionate about their art, and have passed on their love and enthusiasm to most, if not all of us. Ms Rosalind Gurupatham Jeyamone, definitely, was one of them, a teacher so dedicated to her art and teaching despite her pain and suffering, she still endeavoured each day to teach us the appreciation of literature, and inspired other teachers to do the same.


The only group photo I have left of my Literature class. Can you find me??

And one very precious memory for me was the opportunity to have an educational tour with our literature teachers who brought us to England, a land of authors and poets, an inspirational and beautiful country which I have always loved, for I fancied myself in anglophile. To be in the country of my dreams, and to learn more of its literary history, from the birthplace of Shakespeare to the home of Charles Dickens, I felt pretty much like an ardent fan who got the chance to meet their favourite celebrity. It was a dream come true. And of course, this magical land made my mind work and my pen ink flow. Now I understand how it came to be the land of writers, for it truly is a place of inspiration, with it beautiful landscape and rich history. And all this, I owe to the teachers of SRJC, who gave us the chance to see the world and enrich our horizons.


At the castle. I still remember the castle walls felt cool despite the summer heat. In case anyone was wondering, I hadn’t had braces yet in JC, so I had a bit of a buck teeth then. =B


Whitby Abbey, the haunting inspiration for Bram Stoker’s gothic tale of ‘Dracula’.


Looks like a peek into a secret garden.


I could sit on the bench all day.


Angels movingly captured on stained glass.


There is just something so beautifully poignant about this picture. 


I had fancied myself as a mermaid during this shot! XD

I wish I had more photos of my time with SRJC, but I know, even without them, the memories will always be with me. These memories will be a part of my identity, and while my JC will no longer be around, I know the spirit of it still lives on in all us SRJCians. SRJC all for you, your call is ours too.

And I guess, it would be best soon, for me to visit it a last time, to bid this wonderful place a final farewell.

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Nature VS Concrete

Recently, I had the opportunity to work with my university friend, Darren, who has been interested in photography ever since our university days. It is definitely fun and relaxing to do a photoshoot with a friend! He had a ready theme in mind, and I was there to execute his vision. His theme was, you guessed it. Nature VS Concrete. It was to be a juxtaposition of these two elements which seemed to be entwined in an eternal battle with it other, but complement each other so perfectly in photography in their altercation. Indeed, photography, just like acting, is a lot harder than it looks. I learned a lot from him, for modelling is not exactly my line of work. The placement of hands and body curvatures; I didn’t have an idea about anything, no matter how many times I’d binge-watched different countries’ versions of ‘America’s Next Top Model’. Now I realised, deep thought is put into every seemingly effortless pose.


The last two poses were almost identical, but one interesting thing I found out on the shoot was how a photographer’s eye works from normal people’s. I had liked the first one, indeed, I was enraptured by it because of the softness of my gaze, I have never really seen myself looking that way before. Yet, as a photographer, Darren quickly pointed out that the angle of my hand on my head was awkward as my fingers couldn’t be seen, though he agreed my look was on point! What do you all think? 😉

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Japan Travels: Kyoto/Osaka

I do regret choosing to explore Kyoto on the weekend. I didn’t expect it to be bursting from the crowd. One could barely move through the throngs of people within a scenic location, with many sight-seekers pausing to snap pictures of a red torii gate or a red-leave tree, stopping the human traffic like a red light. Everything would halt at that moment, as the people at the very front witnessed the awkward poses struck by their fellow tourists, and people towards the back, left with nothing to do, raise their cameras or phones to capture an artistic shot of the scenery around them. I was, doubtless, one of those irritating tourists, but left very unsatisfied with most of my pictures dotted with human heads.

Trying to capture a nice #ootd in Kyoto is near impossible with all the crowd. So I mostly played around with introducing the sights on my Instagram, and snacking along the touristy stalls down the streets.

My first stop was at Fushimi Inari Shrine (伏見稲荷大社, Fushimi Inari Taisha).



Kitsune, or foxes. The messengers of the Fushimi Inari Shrine.I love how poised these kitsune statues look.


Hello beautiful fall.



Going through the Senbon Torii (Thousands of Torii Gates) In reality I think I only went through 50. Too many people. I had to get to my next destination!

My next stop was Kiyomizudera (清水寺, “Pure Water Temple”). It was a long walk from the station to the temple, and people were all literally lining up along the path toward the temple, making the walk slow and tedious. Once I reached the temple, I found the place to be inundated with people! Perhaps not just because it was the weekend, but also maybe due to the fact that Kiyomizudera’s main hall will be undergoing construction in 2017, as well as the autumn illumination which was scheduled to be held from mid November to early December, Kiyomizudera was bursting with a horde of tourists and locals. There was nowhere for me to take fanciful #ootds. I could hardly get a good shot of the temple itself.


Look at the mass of bodies. I gave up entering further. I personally loathe being squeezed like a sardine. I don’t think anyone can get any good pictures or really savour the scenery with strangers pressed on them.



Still, these are pretty breathtaking autumn trees. 


These streets are gorgeous from top-down. It really brings one back in time. 

Since there isn’t much to talk about the sights, I shall move on to the mouth-watering food in Osaka. First, a stroll down the fascinating shopping streets of Osaka. So vibrant and alive.


The cool dragon figure is actually the entrance of a Karaoke place!


A really Japanese alleyway. I love the cobblestone streets.

And my first meal has got to be okonomiyaki. It is my favourite dish from Osaka. When I first tried it, I fell in love with it. That simple. And since then I have been craving for an authentic okonomiyaki. When I finally had to chance to sink my jaws into this inviting pancake loaded with cabbage and seafood, I felt sheer felicity and contentment. I was in okonomiyaki heaven.


This side dish is actually cod fish intestines. O_0 It just tasted salt and was kind of chewy. But finding out what it was kind of grossed me out. I really detest innards, except pig stomach. Somehow I like it. Pig stomach soup. Mm.


See this beauty shining with its okonomiyaki sauce and mayonnaise?


Topped with aonori (green nori flakes) and katsuoubushi (bonito flakes)

Next, another traditional Osaka delicacy. Kushikatsu. “kushi” means skewer, “katsu” is a method of deep-frying food by breadcrumbing them. It is said to originate from Shinsekai in Osaka.


I can’t quite remember what was it I ordered, but there were definitely quail eggs, pork and prawn in this mix.


Berry Calpis Chuhai (Chuhai is also known as Sour, as I mentioned in my previous post I have taken a liking to this sweet alcoholic drink in this trip) Calpis is a drink similar in taste to Yakult, just thinner in consistency.

Finally, another traditional dish from Osaka. Takoyaki. Who hasn’t heard of it? But I never knew that it originated from Osaka. It was invented by a street vendor in Osaka in 1935, and since then its popularity has spread across the world.

I went to this shop called Takoyaki Dotonburi Kukuru (たこ家道頓堀くくる), one of the famous takoyaki shops in Japan. But I wasn’t at the main shop, unfortunately, so there wasn’t any Bikuri Takoyaki (jumbo-sized takoyaki with octopus tentacles pushing out of the ball). And I didn’t have time to eat the akashiyaki (octopus balls dipped in dashi) as I was rushing for the next shinkansen. I was looking forward to akashiyaki, as the dumpling is not made of flour, like takoyaki, rather it is made of eggs. Pity. Next time I definitely want to try these two.


Piping hot and yummilicious.


Here’s a final picture of me enjoying the quail egg kushikatsu! My next and final post on my Japan travel will be on Nara!



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Japan Travels : Tokyo

I have never been comfortable with the idea of travelling alone. But perhaps it was time to step out of my comfort zone, to challenge myself. What better country to do that than in Japan, one of my favourites countries, a safe haven where there would be almost no language barrier for me (at least in terms of getting around). But once I started this journey of self-discovery (ok, I’m being melodramatic here), the experience rocked my nerves and made me feel terribly self-conscious of the surroundings around me. I have never felt more alone, unprotected, and small.

Also, as I took the Philippines Airlines, there was a transit at Manila before I reached Narita. Taking a plane at midnight, dozing uncomfortably in the cramped plane seat, being unable to sleep at all during the 2 plus hours of transit in the dead of night, before yet another gruelling journey towards the land of the Sun wore on me. All the exhaustion was forgotten though, the minute I stepped out of the plane and into Narita Airport. A fresh wave of excitement washed over me, and I felt ridiculously proud of myself for achieving this (tiny) feat of travelling alone. But once I reached Narita, I had another mission; to quickly get the JR ticket I bought and board the Narita Express, which takes about 45 minute per interval during that afternoon. It would take me another hour and a half to reach my final destination, and I had already made arrangements in the evening. There was no room for mistakes. I couldn’t afford to get lost. Luckily, there was no queue at the JR office, and somehow, miraculously, for all my lack of directional senses, I was able to make it safely on time, though lugging my heavy luggage and bags around the streets made me utterly regret my decision to travel all alone. At that time I was thinking miserably, “What have I put myself into?”

But all the pain was worthwhile as I managed to meet up with old friends, who kindly brought me around and sent me back safely. I no longer had to rely on myself for directions. Whee. So much for independence. Anyway, now I can finally focus on having fun. The scenery, the food. Yum. Tokyo’s scenery wasn’t much, since I was mainly in the city. The autumn leaves were beautiful of course, but I knew they would look like a painting in more traditional parts of Japan, which I was looking forward to.


One of the prettier roads smattered with red autumn leaves.


The trees on this street looked like they were adorned with gold.



But the food was amazing, as per usual. Japan’s cuisine almost never fails to disappoint me.

My first dish (besides the amazing spread of buffet at TBS of course) was tonkatsu. It is at this shop called Katsusai Ebisu (かつ彩 恵比寿), which can be found in Shibuya.


I ordered it for the cheese stuffed pork, and boy was I delighted to see the cheese oozing out of the tonkatsu.


Grinded sesame seeds with yuzu sauce


The best was the cheesy tonkatsu, and worst, surprisingly was the ebi. I’m normally partial to prawns, but I couldn’t taste the natural sweetness of the sea this time, so I deduced it mustn’t have been fresh enough.  

My second dish was Kyushu cuisine. It was at a random shop so I didn’t take note of the shop name. It  was my first time trying Kyushu cuisine. It is definitely quite different from the typical Tokyo food I have eaten. Apparently, Kyushu is known for mentaiko (marinated cod roe), so most of the dishes I ordered had mentaiko on them.



Mentaiko and daikon side dish


Salted grilled egg with mentaiko (my fave : usually these kind of eggs are sweet, which I don’t quite like, but savoury eggs, mm) 


Chicken Nanban – fried chicken coated in thick, sweet and sour nanban sauce and topped with tartar sauce 


Some yakitori with salt sprinkled over it


Yakisoba with mentaiko. Not impressed. I prefer the usual yakisoba, which is crispier.


Nice and sweet green apple sour. I took a liking to sours in Japan, I was basically ordering a sour every meal.

And… drum roll for my final dish. Ramen. To be specific, tonkotsu-soup base ramen. A shop based in Ginza, Hataka Nagahama Yatai Yamachan (博多長浜屋台やまちゃん),  the name of the shop is a mouthful, and it is a tiny nondescript shop filled with beer-guzzling men, but never judge a book by its cover. The pork broth is thick and silky, just rich enough to linger in my palate, but not overpowering. The chashu was cut in big, thin slices, with soft fat that melted the instant it touched my tongue. I ordered the noodles “katai”, which means hard, as I like my noodles, springy and bouncy, and also so that they won’t turn soggy fast. The egg was just the way ramen eggs should be, the orange yolk soft and runny on the inside. You will have the option of adding roasted sesame, pickled ginger, and some kind spicy pickled vegetable. I absolutely loved the spicy picked vegetable, it really added an extra pop of favour and texture to the ramen.


It may look like any ramen, but it was sooo good. One of the best I have eaten. 

Now besides these main dishes, there were some other snacks like ice cream I tried. Despite the cold weather, soft serves are a must in Japan! I was introduced to this shop called Silkream by my friend, and they sold a particular brand of ice-cream called Cremia, which was soft, creamy and tasted like full cream milk. Just the way I love my soft-serves to be. My friend thinks the biscuit cone tastes like Shiroi Koibito, but I can’t quite remember how Shiroi Koibito tastes like, so I can’t confirm. But the biscuit cone definitely tastes much better than the usual factory-churned biscuit cones. It is sweet, and crumbles in my mouth. Usually people order take-away with the ice-cream in the biscuit cone, but we wanted to try other flavours too (and also because our feet were hurting so much from all that walking), so we had it in the shop, which was several hundred yen more expensive. Ouch to our pockets. One thing to note though: it melts really fast, so it was difficult to take a good photo of it. 


We also tried another ice-cream, but it was not Cremia. As you can the the Cremia ice-cream is shaped differently from most other ice-creams. I think this is just a regular run-of-the-mill ice-cream. And it tasted predominantly of vanilla. It’s too vanilla-nye for my taste, but maybe fans of vanilla would like it. I can’t remember the crepe, other than it was soft, so it mustn’t have been delicious.


Finally I tried something I have always wanted to try in Singapore, but couldn’t get the chance to, because the queue was always so long. BAKE cheese tarts!!! Fluffy and soft, they tasted like a soft, creamy version of cheesecake. Not uncooked cheesecake, as they were warm from the oven. I love cheesecakes, so needless to say, the cheese tarts won me over. ❤


Alright, my Tokyo travel has come to an end. Next up, Kyoto! Please keep a look out for my next post! ^_^


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Real life vs Reel life – Pokemon Go

Their popularity may be slipping, but there are still pockets of people loitering around catching the cute little monsters, particularly in MBS, where I suppose all the rare monsters frolic about. Let me just set this straight. No I do not play Pokemon Go, nor am I interested in starting. The only things I have now connected to Pokemon was my manicure (which I really didn’t intend it to be that way – It was just meant to be a beautiful combo of sunny yellow and shiny chrome purple) and my lone Pokemon card. I do wish I could capitalise on the craze and actually have a collection to sell though. But anyway, back to Pokemon Go. I found it quite amusing to watch the anti-Pokemon Go people and Pokemon Go fans fight it out online. On one hand, the anti-fans insisted that Pokemon Go players cause accidents, and label them as nincompoop, revelling on the demise of ‘idiots’ who self-destruct on every turn they make on the street. On the other, fans concluded that Pokemon Go are what saved them from their previously sad, pathetic lives, allowing them to bond with their friends and family and even strangers, and that Pokemon Go actually helps uncover crimes as unsuspecting players stumble upon dead bodies led to them by their cutesy pocket monsters.

Pokemon Go is just a game. It doesn’t have the power to kill or the power to bond. All these incidents happen due to the users of the game, who are humans and hence have the ability to create positivity or cause chaos, because we are living, breathing creatures. So really, anti-fans and fans should stop hating on each other. True enough, as a non-player, I can’t comprehend the craze, and was inclined to mock at the players initially. Till I realised that people close to me have started playing, and I asked them what exactly drives them to play. For most, it is to be closer to their loved ones, who play the game as well. With a reason like this, how can I continue to scoff at the players? Even without such reason, it is just a game anyway, I used to be an avid gamer myself, so I should very well understand how it feels like to indulge in gaming.

I wish though, there could be a game that is more engaging than just catching Pokemons. I get it, they are kind of cute, I guess. But I have always been more into games with beautiful graphics like Final Fantasy, that’s why games like Pokemon Go will never grab my fancy, even if they are based in the real world. If my kind of game could be based in the real world, well I think there will definitely be chaos, since it’s hack and slash. But if, actually I think it’s more of a when, when players can venture into virtual reality (something like Matrix) rather than just augmented reality I would totally jump on board. There is this particular manga (or should I say, manhwa, as it’s a Chinese comic) called ‘1/2 Prince’, which explores this concept of virtual reality playing in the future, where humans can transform into any cool character they want to be, and perform amazing stunts like casting spells and executing suave moves with a sword.


My old sketch of 1/2Prince ❤

Okay, I digress. Again, as per usual. Back to Pokemon Go. While I have no issues with the game, Pokemon Go players can be a mild annoyance and occasional source of amusement, depending on my mood. Once walking down Orchard, I marvelled at the fact that I had to walk in a zigzag line down the very straight street along Wisma, due to the sheer amount of people merely standing together in groups staring down at their phones. Whether they cause accidents or not, really depends on individuals who are aware of their surroundings or are just simply too absorbed in their phones. We don’t need Pokemon Go to have people who injure themselves while using their phones, as evident from cases of unfortunate selfie-inflicted accidents. I have almost fell down a flight of stairs myself just by focusing really hard on my phone. So it is up to yourself whether you want to protect yourself from pain and danger even as you indulge in your game or just plain net-surfing. So have fun, but don’t forget to be vigilant!


It’s a… Ponyta! I kept it because it is just so pretty. I do have a collection of Sailormoon cards though. Can someone make a Sailormoon app game turn into a worldwide phenomenon please?



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Everland – A Lovebirds’ Eden (SBTS)

Before I get into my experience in Everland, I need to make a quick statement on why my face seemed swollen on certain shots, if anyone has noticed. After a few nights of wondering what was causing my face and neck to itch terribly and break out into rashes that I could luckily cover up on the first day, but however turned into a swelling that no amount of cosmetics could hide, we finally figured out the cause. And it was the bedsheets!!! After requesting for a change, even when the hotel receptionist insisted that they change it every day, the next day (which was the final day in Korea and filming has already ended!), the swell finally subsided and my face and neck no longer itched. I had wanted to look like a Korean beauty in my Everland filming, alas, a pig head is forever recorded on film!  Oh well, such is life. On a bright note, I saw cherry blossoms! They still weren’t in full bloom, but I managed to capture a photo of one up close. So lovely and fragile.


Now, moving on to Everland. Everland is based in Yongin, a city in Gyeonggi-do province, South Korea. It is South Korea’s biggest theme park, and the ride that everyone stresses is a must-ride is the T-express. It is the steepest wooden rollercoaster in the world, with a drop angle of 77 degrees and maximum speed of 104 km/h, it is the second best ride I have ever rode in the series and in my whole life. What’s the first? Arkham Asylum. Want to know why? Check out the Movie World post to see why Arkham Asylum tops my list!

But back to T-express. I have always wanted to ride on a wooden rollercoaster ever since I was about seven, and finally got my wish fulfilled. It didn’t disappoint me one bit. Despite its lack of inversions, the thrills it provided more than made up for it. The first drop was really high, and the speed made me feel like I was plummeting to my screaming doom. I loved it!! Also, because it is made of wood, the ride is particularly bumpy, and I loved this very organic, nostalgic feel to it. As modern coasters are all made of steel, the rides do feel a little too smooth in comparison.


The crew with our Korean fixer and the most adorable, lovable little contestant in this series. We felt so bad for him when he had to challenge me on T-Express for this ride can be a little daunting even for adults, not to mention a little boy barely 11. He was a brave little soul to have conquered the odds!

Other than this iconic ride, Everland is a great place for all wildlife lovers with its Lost Valley dotted with animals that you would only see on National Geographic or in Africa. You get to travel in this convertible amphibian vehicle which turns from a bus to a boat the moment it gets into the waters, and get really up close with this particular giraffe which has absolutely zero guards around humans as long as it can get its food. This giraffe will stick its head into the window just to grab pieces of lettuce from the park keepers. All my life, having just seen giraffes on the screen, it was quite amazing to see one just inches from my face… I was quite terrified to realise just how big a giraffe really is. Other than this fascinating experience, I got to see a few exotic animals that I haven’t seen before and was quite taken by them. Everland is indeed is a huge theme park, to be able to ride in rollercoasters and experience wildlife rides all in one place is pretty much impossible in Singapore, where even finding adequate space for housing is a problem for our tiny nation.


Fennec Fox: found in North Africa and Asia, it is the smallest and cutest fox in the world. They’re the size of a chihuahua! I really wanted one as a pet. 


Black-Tailed Prairie Dog: Cute little rodents native to the grasslands of North America


I was mostly attracted to the interesting bit of information that states that white-handed gibbons are the only apes that stick to their mates and further adds, “These happily married couples sing of their love in a duet.” This park is definitely marketed to couples.

Aside from the caption above, you will soon see why I proclaim it as a lovebirds’ paradise. Besides being inundated by a rainbow of tulips because it was tulip season, Everland also has rose gardens with four romantic themes. The rose gardens with its various themes: Victorian Garden, Maze Garden, Venus Garden, and Cupid Garden, were all not in bloom yet, as it was still early spring. But with the installation of artificial white roses that light up at night, along with romantic Cupid statues and photo-taking booths specifically for couples, love songs filling the air, many young couples can be seen posing for their selfie sticks.







At this beautiful moment we had actually been wishing that the LED lights were warmer as we were freezing to death. 


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The Windows to Your Soul.


This was what I was greeted with before my Lasik surgery on Friday, and this became my silent mantra throughout the whole surgery process. It was easily one of the most terrifying experiences I’ve ever had. If I didn’t have any problems with wearing my contact lenses I really wouldn’t go through it. Even though it was a success, most thankfully, and the doctor and nurses were extremely encouraging during the operation (In fact I felt a bit like a child during the operation with the lavish praises they showered on me i.e. “You are doing very well!” “Yes, very good.” “Excellent!” “You are the best patient we’ve ever had!” Just to name a few), it was kind of traumatic. The first machine they used, which was supposed to hold on to my eyeball and then create a flap (The thought of it still creeps me out), had such an immense amount of pressure that it hurt, in spite of the anaesthetic eyedrops. The 25 second countdown was the slowest 25 seconds of my entire life. Each second ticked by like a minute. Imagine a 25-second-but-feels-lik- a-25-minute agony on your eyes. That was what I felt.

The laser machine was the second and fortunately the last step. It was as all my friends had mentioned to me before, so I was prepared for it. I didn’t feel anything from the green light shooting into my eyes, but my nose caught a whiff of a burning odour. It smelled like badly charred food. Chao da smell. On my eyes. Yet another stuff of nightmares. And obviously, throughout the surgery I was conscious, and my eyes were open, so I could literally see and feel what they were doing with my eyes. I felt the flap opening and closing; I saw and felt the doctor brushing the bandage lenses onto my eyes.

After they were done with my right eye, which went smoothly, I had a sudden and very belated realisation that they were going to repeat the whole procedure on my left eye. And that was went my mantra went into work in an almost maniacal mode because apparently because of the shape of my eye (It’s different and I didn’t know!? Still looks the same to me) was different the machine couldn’t hold on to my eye properly, so the pressure went on and off relentlessly. Do not worry do not worry do not worry. This was the only thought that I forced into my head. There was no room for fear and doubt. I lay as still as possible and maybe even stopped breathing. Anything to cooperate as best as I could to facilitate the process. Finally they secured the machine over my eye, and, a repeat of the aforementioned torment.

When the surgery was over, I had no inkling of how I looked like. I imagined myself to have eyes swelled to the size of golfballs with all the pain I went through. But my eyes were not swollen, albeit rather red. The left eye had several burst blood vessels, because of the first machine. It may take up to two weeks to heal, according to the doctor. I do hope it heals properly before my next filming. It is not a pretty sight.


It may not look like much because the resolution is pretty poor, but the red parts are very bright red. It is much better now, but I will continue to keep my fingers crossed till next week!

But well, though the surgery may have been downright scary, the results are fantastic. I didn’t experience any hazy vision, immediately I could see pretty well without glasses. Now, I just have to take good care of my eyes as the flap never really heals. Even as I practise my sprint for the upcoming Sports Day I am a little afraid of things getting into my eyes. I wear my sunglasses, but there was once something really got into my right eye even with the sunglasses on, and it was uncomfortable the whole night. No choice though, I have hardly any time left to practise for the race, and I must confess, I am terribly slow. I have never been talented in sports, even though I do jog during my spare time, I only do fairly long distance running. 100m is my bane. But I digress. Back to my eyes. I hope that my post-op healing will be as smooth as my surgery and all goes well. At night I wear special goggles to sleep. Uncomfortable, but better than me scratching my eyes during my sleep. I almost keep forgetting that my perfect vision is not due to contact lenses though, maybe because of the dry eye feeling so similar to when I wear contact lenses. So I always have this nagging feeling to remove my contact lenses. Thankfully I will always catch myself before my hand goes into my eye.

Talking about dry eyes, every morning is the worst, because it means a whole night of not using any eyedrops on my eyes (Currently it’s every 15 minutes a drop on each eye for my dry eyes, and every three hours two kinds of medicated eyedrops one drop on each eye). Every morning my eyes feel so dry that they can hardly open. I can’t wait for the moisture to return to my eyes. To say the truth, if I had taken good care of my eyes as a kid I wouldn’t have to go through all this now. I was an avid reader, so much so that even as I walked on the streets I would be read a novel. I lie on bed reading, I read in poor lighting, basically I did everything that contributed to myopia. So I hope that anyone reading this now will try to take care of your eyes, after all, they are the windows to your soul.


On a sidenote, I will definitely miss wearing my coloured contacts. Misty cold grey, warm forest green, ice cold blue, royal amethyst purple. Oh the fun experimenting with myriads of different looks. RIP coloured eyes.