So one day after school I decided to hop on to a 61 to Ikea Queenstown and bought a few boxes (IKEA SAAAAAALEEE???) to help me somehow wrestle my room into some semblance of tidiness.
Initially, I thought about how this week’s post will be about the awesome Queenstown area (no, seriously, do you know how cheap you can get perfectly fashionable, serviceable clothes from the outlet stores at Anchorpoint?) but while cleaning up my room I found that photo up there.
It’s been three years. That was taken a couple of months before my ‘O’ Levels, and omg. Pimples. Fat, oily face. Bad hair. Unfashionable clothes. (Well, I wasn’t skinny enough to look nice in the school uniform, unfortunately.)
Looking back on this, I know I’ve changed quite a bit mentally, I’ve grown up, experienced life and all that important stuff blah blah blah, but all I can really gush over is how much better my skin is now.
Call me vain, I say I’m being honest.
Coming to Ngee Ann, where the fashion scene is as diverse as anything you’ll see in Orchard Road or Bugis Street, I learnt to experiment with what I wore, and honestly, I think I have my own sense of style now, however… unique (roflmao, “unique“).
With gym facilities available, and having to walk up a ridiculous amount of steps up the hill to the FMS building, I think I might’ve actually slimmed down a bit. (Either that or the fact that I’m always too busy to eat! >_<)
More importantly, my skiiiiiiin. Omg, seriously, my skin. My pimples are gone (sadly, all that frantic popping has left me with a few scars D:) and I think I have to thank my own state of mind for that. Somehow, I guess I’m less stressed. Of course, there are still projects, weeks where I break out like mad while trying not to die before the deadline arrives, but otherwise, I’ve gotten used enough to poly life that I’m quite relaxed.
Drinking water regularly helps too, of course.
But no, really, even though I’m constantly in one project or two (or five!!), and I should be shriveling up from the stress, I’ve realized that I’m actually having quite a bit of fun here, regardless. Maybe it’s the masochistic tendencies one quickly builds up in first year, but running around libraries, running for group meetings, running around looking for open printing shops, running to the submission box, staying overnight at the loft to chiong projects… Wait a bleeping minute.
…Now I know where that extra 5kg went, eh?