At the beginning of the semester, I became friends with a Colombian guy who had lived in Australia for 5 years prior to our meeting. He asked me where I was from and when I replied that I was from Singapore, he said in a nonchalant manner, “Hey isn’t Singapore under a dictatorship?” I was moments away from launching into my “WEI DON’T TALK BAD ABOUT SINGAPORE HOR!” tirade when I realized, holy shit – he wasn’t entirely wrong.

I do think we live in some sort of happy dictatorship and as much as we see the flaws in the way we are ruled, we push our acknowledgement of these flaws to the bare edges of memory, to prevent the shattering of this illusion of contentment – unless, of course, it concerns money, rising costs of living (still money), foreign workers stealing our jobs (wait for it – still money).

When I first started living in Melbourne, I was mildly surprised to find how journalists are so open in the press. Sure, the main newspapers in Australia are owned by media conglomerates with individual political and economical agendas that poses its own sets of problems and influences the way news are written. Still, I believe it’s a better situation than what we have in Singapore where most, if not, all media is state-controlled.

According to the Press Freedom Index, Singapore ranks, I dare say it, a pathetic 136 out of 178 positions. We are tied with Mexico and in contrast, Australia is at #18. America? #20. Japan? #11. We are doing slightly better than our neighbour, Malaysia, who ranks at #141 but you know what, Indonesia is in at #117 man WHERE IS THE JUSTICE? Let me tell you where it’s at – justice is slowly reclaiming itself in Iraq who ranks in at #130. That’s right. We, the citizens of Singapore, have less press freedom than Iraq and other developing nations.

What does this tell me? We are a developed nation and yet our press is undeveloped in printing our nation’s ideas. Singapore is filled with bright minds, swelling with plans that are more substantial than what the word ‘prosperity’ has to offer. These minds have imagined what our current government still believes is unimagined and are quick to snuff out the bright flame of their visions.

I’m not saying I’m anti-PAP or pro-Opposition. In fact, I am still undecided over which party I’ll be rooting for to win this coming Elections. I respect what the PAP has done for our country but isn’t it time for a little more freedom in the press? Singapore deserves to know more about the myriad of plans the different parties contesting have to offer. Taking care of your people takes a lot more than just transferring money in our bank accounts on 1st of May so we can party like it’s our birthday, you have to know us. Even the ones who oppose your ideals.

And this is where I stop procrastinating on my school work lol. An anti-climatic end but I’m afraid if I went on any further, I might get into trouble with the government ;p Remember to vote wisely, guys! Attend as many rallies as possible and learn more about each party’s plans for Singapore – because you sure as hell won’t find them in the press.

My mother had to undergo surgery last week (it’s nothing serious) and while I wholeheartedly embody the Daddy’s Girl stereotype, I love my mother fiercely although I would never admit it. But you know, the frequent tension between mother and daughter kinda does get old once you’re past your twenties. You realise, perhaps a little too abruptly in my case, that your mother has been right all along and you were the rebellious fool.

It’s unsettling but (most) mothers really know what’s best for you. You question their logic but it’s useless since what you’re really doing is questioning a mirror. I have battled against ‘becoming’ my mother since I was a child and I find the more I rebelled against my own DNA, the more I was actually resembling her. I find it disconcerting sometimes, how my mother and I are so alike but we are still different people.

My dad sent me a photo of her resting in her hospital room and I was suddenly struck by how mortal she looked, the greying hair and hard-set features that have softened over the years. I don’t want to risk sounding like a sap, but I do think we take it for granted that our parents will be where we’ve left them the day before. We unconsciously think of them as demi-gods, if you like, not completely immortal but they’ll always be there at the very least, ready to step in whenever we need help (or cash, yep I said it LOL).

My mother’s perfectly fine now but she’s going to be stuck at home for a month before she’s allowed to resume working so she’s been texting me often about the cat and other random things. I’ve been calling her everyday too, something that I have never done before. It feels strange, building on a relationship with a person I’ve known all my life but it’s a warm, lovely feeling.

Sorry I’ve been writing all these ~wai so serious~ entries, I’ve just been thinking a lot the past couple of weeks. I figured I should just write it down somewhere and thought maybe some of you might appreciate reading something other than the pretty things I usually write about

NEW RECIPE POST COMING UP NEXT! x

This is exactly what happens when I go shopping: I see something I like, I check for colour variations and then I check its price tag, holding my breath since I’ve decided 10 seconds ago that I couldn’t leave the store without buying every colour available. It’s not surprising that I am one of those people who fall prey to bargains. You don’t say no to pretty things when they’re cheap and come in colours that would complement my almost monochromatic wardrobe.

Even if they aren’t exactly cheap, this is the best time to get a sugar rush (can I recommend a small cone of ice-cream?) and let your mind play tricks on you. Don’t worry darling, your bank account has more money than you think. Buying that extra pair of shoes isn’t going to change the numbers drastically. And your mother will never find out as long as you get the credit card bill from the letterbox before she does. Your pulse will quicken once you’ve signed for the shoes and when you carry them with you on the train home, you feel a strange sense of fulfillment. Savour it, it won’t last long.

Since I am no longer earning my own keep and my love life is a barren wasteland, I can’t afford nor bribe a foolish man into buying me expensive shoes. No worries, actually. I’ll just keep finding cheap designer rip-offs. My Forever21 chunky heels are an amazing combination of ugly/beautiful and I’m pretty sure they were inspired by this pair of miu miu platforms. J’adore <3 Of course, the most blatant shoe rip-off in this entry would be my fake Ferragamos lol. They aren't exact copies (I prefer it that way) and I couldn't decide between the black or gray so I bought them both!

I have new rings too, don't they look like cracked speckled eggs? Again, I couldn't choose between the coral or the turquoise so...don't you see the distinct pattern here lol? Currently having a rekindled love affair with my tilkah bracelet, I can’t decide what it reminds me of: reptilian scales or a costume prop from Xena the Warrior Princess. I bought it on my birthday but it’s very heavy so it isn’t the best accessory to wear to school when you’re expected to take down a flurry of notes.

Sadly, my shopping/eating adventures in Singapore are drawing to an end. My heart grows uneasy whenever I am reminded that I only have two weeks left before I am due back in a country I don’t call home. It is natural for people to link studying overseas as something fun, prestigious even and while I would never trade this experience for anything in the world, leaving your family, your things behind is the most bittersweet feeling. Sometimes I feel like a gypsy; always moving around in places never been, forging beautiful memories but never truly belonging. I don’t feel particularly attached to Singapore, to be honest. Sure, I was born and raised here but I find it a little too stifling, too safe. Still, there is an eminent sense of familiarity that draws me back whenever I’m away.

I don’t know if I’m meant to call Singapore home forever but for the moment, this is home and that is good enough.

The thing about rain is that you may have a long list of things to do but it never gets done. I’m not going to venture into my garden until the rain stops. These photos are two weeks old – finally found the artist behind the web photo in my 2010 recap entry. I have never seen a stranger looking spider, he kinda looks like a stick insect non?

Did my timetable for the upcoming semester and a teeny part of me wishes I was already in Melbourne because I hate what timetabling does to me: I turn into this paranoid monster ridden with insecurities – should I really take this subject? is it beyond my capabilities? It doesn’t help that I tend to overanalyze everything and to up the panic factor a little, I’ve decided to take up a second major. Bad news is I can’t make it official til I fly back and the good news – the subjects I’m enrolled in for the first semester fit the criteria of my double major dreams (or doom, rather). So hopefully, switching over to the double major stream would be easy, like listening to the quiet drumming of the rain on my roof.

Subjects for next semester? Poetry, Net Communications, Hollywood & Entertainment and Sex & the Screen. I’m tempted to switch Sex & the Screen for an English Lit subject in Modernism but I think I might hate reading by mid-sem LOL. Hrmm decisions. I think I’ll sleep on it. The rain is so comforting, don’t you think?

I have never met my best friend in real life. Ours is a profound friendship bordering on ingenuity and slight insanity. We met in that bizarre universe people called the internet through the unlikeliest of people, two friends – one known for her promiscuous ways and the other, a gay designer friend I used to be close to. This is really starting to sound like a cliched rehash of The Devil Wears Prada lol but bear with me.

We bonded over a common love for fashion, design and caramel lattes with two sugars. It was almost cosmic. It still baffles me how we have managed to forge a close friendship despite living in two different countries. We both had strong personalities and I remember him telling me once, “The only reason why we’re best friends is because no one else can stand us.”

Have you ever met someone you feel instantly drawn to on an emotional level? A friend you can divulge even the most sordid secret with, someone who takes your side no matter how much of a bitch you were to your ex-boyfriend (true story!), makes fun of you when you do something stupid but immediately puts you at ease after he’s done? Aaron has been a pivotal part of my life for the last 3 years and somewhere in the middle of that, despite having only talked online, we dropped the “friend” label and became best friends.

Naturally, we often talked about meeting each other and sometimes we’d dream up these dramatic scenarios of our first meeting taking place in Champs-Élysées where we’d run from opposite ends dressed in McQueen to meet in the middle LOL. The funny thing is our first meeting was more anti-climatic than we had imagined, the Earth didn’t implode/explode and Katy Perry wasn’t around to do a medley of Teenage Dream/Firework. It felt like we’ve been going out forever and it was great to see that we were the same online and offline. Inside jokes were shared, insults were traded and significant events were retold with a strange note of familiarity. This is quite possibly the most surreal experience I’ve ever had.

Quoting Aaron, “It felt like the physical manifestation of texting you throughout the day.”

I was in KL for 3 days and he graciously rearranged his schedule so we could hang out everyday so nice omg ;__; On our last day we went to Whisk, a little cafe he’s fond of that serves some damn good red velvet cake with cream cheese icing. We tried a little bit of everything and drowned it all with sips of caramel milkshake. I’ll let the photos speak for the amount of sugar we consumed that day lol.

The last couple of photos are of Aaron‘s recent design project! Isn’t he immensely talented? I love surrounding myself with creative people and seeing his work for the first time in the flesh instead of on my computer screen was definitely a highlight of the trip. Thank you for your time bb, it was perfect – YOU are perfect! I wish I could stay longer but really, as long as we talk online it probably won’t make much of a difference lol. MISS CHU BB <333333333333 MOVE TO SINGAPORE PLX.

It seems a little late for me to do a round-up of 2010 but I’ll do it anyway because I’ll remember 2010 as the year of many changes: I quit my designer job, enrolled into a foreign university and moved out of the country for school. I even grew up a little. Being in a new country by yourself is a constant struggle and while the liberal amounts of freedom I get is admittedly awesome, it can be a double edged sword as well if you’re not cautious and have little self-awareness.

Apart from the challenges of school and the 129472042 pages of theory I have to read each week, the other bane of my life in 2010 was my apartment in Australia. I never got to see the apartment until a couple of days before I was due to move in and it was a rude shock LOL.

I remember calling Aaron at midnight from my hotel room, “DUDE MY APARTMENT IS NOTHING LIKE THE WALDORF-ASTORIA I IMAGINED IT TO BE!”

The light bulbs needed replacing, the mattresses were so thin even a brothel would have thrown them out on the streets and there was a phenomenal layer of dust on EVERYTHING. The depressingly light grey paint on the walls was peeling/cracking and to make things far more ghetto than necessary, there’s a painting of a tribal flag in my room. I would much prefer a replica of a Van Gogh or a Kandinsky.

Seeing my friends’ apartments also made things worse lol, they lived so near the school and instead of the vomit-coloured carpets I had, THEY HAD PARQUET FLOORING OMG I CRY. Now you must be wondering why the heck was I ‘stupid enough’ to pick an ugly-ass apartment with seemingly nothing to offer?

Two reasons:

1) My cousin/roomie is enrolled into a different university and the bus stop in front of the apartment has a direct bus which takes her there in half an hour. If she took the tram from any other location in the city, it would take slightly less than an hour and let me tell you, being in the tram for more than 30 minutes gets uncomfortable.

2) Rent in the main city area is batshit expensive. If you don’t share with anyone, rent can easily set you back over AUD$1000 depending on the location. Did I mention most places are tiny? I could probably pick one of these ‘premier’ student apartments if I wanted to but honestly, I couldn’t do it to my parents. They’re already paying so much for my education so I decided I had to suck it up!

And now that I’ve stayed there for nearly a year, I’m glad I picked it. That apartment has character and its flaws don’t bother me so much anymore. I eventually found out after a couple of months that school was only twenty minutes away by foot and when I get to walk past the Melbourne Museum everyday for school, who’s complaining? I also live 10 minutes away from Fitzroy, an area marked by niche stores and amazing food. I recently discovered an organic bakery and a vegan Mexican restaurant just down the road from the apartment and I’m sure you guys are familiar with Hooked by now ;p

My 2010 round-up:

Best Iphone photo memories

The first photo was taken on my last day in Melbourne. I had my last exam on that day as well so I only had about 2 hours of sleep the previous night. After the exams were done, we were really dazed and just wanted sugar in our system so we had cupcakes and coffee for lunch. Best day ever.

Second photo’s with one of my closest friends in Melbourne, Amy! Amy’s from Malaysia but moved to Vietnam for a couple of years with her family, so cool. I am decked out in red lipstick because we were on our way to an Adam Lambert concert so what better, cost-friendly way to look fierce right? God, I am pale as hale in this photo lol.

Favourite Albums in 2010:

Down the Way by Angus & Julia Stone. SO FORKING BRILLIANT. Songs I recommend: Big Jet Plane, Draw Your Swords, I’m Not Yours and Yellow Brick Road.

Love Songs by Ayumi Hamasaki. I have been an avid fan since I was 14 and her new album is one of the best she’s released in a very long time. Songs I recommend: Love Song, Sending Mail, November and Do It Again.

Lungs by Florence + the Machine. Beautiful, strong vocals with a touch of frailty. Songs I recommend: Cosmic Love, Dog Days Are Over, Drumming and Girl With One Eye.

Fantasies by Metric. This album has the most plays in my entire discography this year lol, I cannot even begin to express how much I love it. Songs I recommend: Help I’m Alive, Gold Gun Girls, Gimme Sympathy, Twilight Galaxy AND EVERYTHING ELSE.

Favourite Books in 2010:

It saddens me that I didn’t have time to read as many fiction books as I would’ve liked. Room by Emma Donoghue is haunting as is Zusak’s The Book Thief. I can’t really give you a summary of the books because I have a tendency to rattle on about the bits noone wants to hear about LOL so check them out on Amazon yes? If you can only afford one book, get The Book Thief. Very evocative, unconventional writing.

Best Fash Collections of 2010:

PRADA F/W 2010 – Need I say more?

LOUIS VUITTON F/W 2010 – Frankly, I hated this collection at first but the dresses grew on me. Did you guys see the ad campaign with Natalia Vodianova, Christy Turlington and Karen Elson? STUNNING.

Alexander McQueen S/S 2011 – Sarah Burton’s first attempt at a full collection after McQueen’s death and she KILLED it. I was very, very impressed.

Hermès S/S 2011 – I hated S/S 2011, it was a horrible season for fashion but Jean Paul Gaultier’s swan song for Hermès saved it. God bless that man and good luck to all your future endeavours, Gaultier!

What I look forward to in 2011:

Writing in my moleskine as per usual. I was thinking of getting a different organizer this year, something more visually-interesting but then I remembered why I’ve always stuck with moleskines: I have the worst luck with my organizers. I get water on them all the time and moleskines are the only organizers which can withstand plenty of watery abuse lol.

More sushi dates with Dejiki before I leave again.

I’m also finally meeting the talented designer of this incredible poster for the first time after 3 years of a strictly net-based friendship. It’s strange how close we are even though we’ve never met but I’m so excited I finally get to meet my bb, Aaron when I head off to Malaysia next week! Aaron was born in Malaysia but has lived in Brunei all his life before heading back to KL for design school. The first time we talked on Skype, I was like WHO IS THIS GUY?! He speaks with an American accent (damn international school brats) and I jokingly tell him from time to time that if design doesn’t work out for him, he should consider going into the media industry 8D Have you checked out his tumblr? He also happens to be an amazing writer.

One last thing: My biggest fear in 2010 was that I would turn into some prissy snob once I moved because I’ve met a couple of my mom’s friends who’ve moved to Melbourne when their kids were in primary school and some of their kids were very cold and unfriendly. This obviously doesn’t apply to all of them but I was emotionally scarred for a couple of months. Will I really turn out like that? I asked Aaron a couple of months ago and now I present to you the best quote I’ve heard in 2010:

Me: bb do you think I’ve changed?
Aaron: nah, you’re still the same except you have a Chanel now.

HAHAHAHAHAHA isn’t it crazy how I’ve never met this guy?? Best friends forever.

p.s: k I know this is a long ass entry, think of it as a catch-up entry for all the days I was MIA for ;D 2010 Beauty Round-Up entry coming up next!

Also, what were your fave music/books in 2010? Let me know

Happy Christmas everyone! I’m back from my trip in Malaysia and while I didn’t take any photos at all, I had a stellar time with my cousins. But now that I am home again and reunited with my weighing scale, I am very much inclined to cry. I GAINED THREE KILOS OH MY FORKING MADONNA. How did I let this happen?! Asian food isn’t supposed to make me fat dammit – one month of cheap ass Asian grub and I am still far from looking like SNSD. Maybe it’s the lack of kimchi in my diet right now. Whatever it is, I am hauling my ass to the gym starting tomorrow because I would rather work out than not eat at all.

Also, did anyone check out the MANGO sale that’s been going on since last week? I got a couple of things including the pair of heels Scarlett Johansson’s wearing in the campaign photos! How hot are they? They’re 5 inches high and as with all my shoes, they are perfection!

I’ve also been digging up my old copies of Vogue for some light reading and coupled with ice cream from the Island Creamery, it’s my favourite way to waste away the slow afternoons. I’m trying to immerse myself in as much fiction as possible too, before school starts swamping me with massive amounts of incomprehensible theory. A friend gave me a set of books by Haruki Murakami last Christmas and I’ve always regretted not being able to bring it with me when I moved (I ran out of luggage space, the shoe whore in me deemed my heels were more important ._.) so I’m gradually leafing through the pages of each book. If anyone wants an introduction to Murakami, I really enjoyed his collection of short stories: Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman - check that out if you haven’t ;D

p.s new links will be coming up shortly! I’m doing a major overhaul on all my links and reorganizing them into a new page so it’s taken longer than I’d like.

Just some photos of my lunch date in the city with my bff! I managed to sneak my miu miu bow bag out of the house without my mother knowing and finally after a year of repeated mental reminders to myself that my faux leather bags still looked great next to LK’s Louis Vuitton Tadao bag, WE ARE NOW EVEN MY DEAR FRIEND. Anyway, about my mother – bless her heart, the bag is mine but she insists I use it only for dinners or weddings.

Fancy dinners and weddings occur like, NEVER? That may be a bit of an exaggeration since I did just attend a couple of weddings last week but the point is the miu miu bow is an EVERYDAY bag, it’s not supposed to be unleashed only once every full moon (or in this case, blue moon) like a Taylor Lautner style underage werewolf. Besides, she already has the Chanel 2.55 on hand for special events lol so MOM I’M SORRY BUT I’M HIJACKING MY MIU MIU.

While I do enjoy catching up with my friends (and eating 3x my body weight), being back in Singapore does have its gripes.

1) I was on the train today and this 6-year-old girl is blasting Justin Bieber on her iPhone WTF? Dude, this is not cool. Parents, please educate your children before releasing them into the concrete wilderness kthx.

2) I know a lot of Malay guys are into tattoos, it’s really none of my business what you do with your body but please for the love of AESTHETICISM, DO NOT DIY YOUR OWN TATS. I have been treated to a visual non-gasm of scrawls in faded blue ink on arms and legs. I know a lot of people make the decision (or mistake) of tattooing their girl/boyfriend’s name onto their skin but please do not attempt to scratch “REENA SYG KU” into your skin without a professional’s help. TOLONG LAH SIKIT BILA KITA NAK MAJU NI?!

3) Cupid has some serious explaining to do. Suddenly EVERYONE is getting engaged/hitched/preggers. Two years ago, my mother flipped when she found out I was dating some guy and a couple of months later, she was so happy we were no longer together, it was almost criminal (criminal because it was a dark time for me and she could have at least masked her happiness a little) Now, she is flipping out because I am a fine-fresh-fierce single *snaps fingers* with no plans to date anyone. She’s bent on getting me to date her friend’s son whom btw is SO NOT BOYFRIEND MATERIAL.

Despite the er, indulgent nature of this blog, I am not a superficial bitch. In terms of men, as cliche as it sounds, I don’t believe looks are everything. I like a guy I can converse with over pertinent issues, someone who laughs with me and maybe someone who understands the importance of LANVIN in a girl’s life (LOL I’M KIDDING!) But yeah, this “potential” boyfriend my mother had in mind just wasn’t someone I’d picture myself with. It’s great that my friends and cousins are getting engaged but it’s also great that I’m single and blissfully happy with the way my life has been – besides I want LANVIN, not diamonds ;p

ALL MAH SINGLE LADIES, I GOT CHO BACK GIRLS! x

And the best place to be a tourist in your own damn country. We trudged slowly through the different zones in the theme park, stopping every 5 minutes to take snapshots of the fictional American streets. A sign on a lamp post indicated we were in “Hollywood, Population: Glamorous” where ornate buildings lined the street but that’s where the realism ends. Mothers juggling with their crying babies, strollers and giant diaper bags were a common fixture in Fake Hollywood, their husbands too engrossed with their new DSLRs to care about soiled diapers.

Shrek’s castle in Far Far Away has some magnificent phony architecture but after decades of watching old Disney classics, nothing can compare to the beauty of Cinderella’s castle in Disneyland. I thought Far Far Away would be my favourite zone in Universal Studios but I found myself to be completely entranced with mock Egypt. It is MAJESTIC. Towering statues of the Egyptian god, Anubis, were interspersed with hieroglyphs, taking visitors away from the iconic replica of New York/LA and into the curious, even perplexing world of Egyptian mythology. It is a romanticised view because there is more to Egypt than mummies and jackal-headed gods obviously. But hey, if you wanted a true-to-life replica of Egypt, I suggest you visit the museum or fly there lol. And maybe I’m partial to mock Egypt because the main attraction it houses -The Revenge of The Mummy- is my fave! It’s an indoor roller coaster, similar to Disney’s Space Mountain, and I rode it 5 times before I was satisfied >D

I’d like to thank my bff/tea noir’s site manager LK/Dejiki/Nicholas (this boy has more names than me) and his sister, Giselle (whom btw is the PRETTIEST CHINESE GIRL I’VE EVER KNOWN, her skin is flawless check below for pictures ;p) for basically paying everything for me lol – god you guys know how to make a girl feel special. And of course, Jacq, for the laughs <3 WE NEED TO GO AGAIN GAIS!

Have a happy weekend, everyone! :3

Dim sum and coconut coolers after dark. That was my first meal when I arrived in Singapore last Saturday. The next day, my family trooped down to a new eatery they discovered where I reacquainted myself with fishball noodles. I will never take fresh fishballs for granted EVER AGAIN. A packet of frozen fishballs in Melbourne is about AUD$6 which is completely ridiculous because I checked the back of the package – and it’s made in Singapore! If I were to pay AUD$6 for a packet of fishballs, I’d expect it to be carefully moulded by the dainty hands of sweet old Japanese women….and that almost sounds like the SKII miracle water story lulz.

It’s good to be back and it feels like I never left. My mother still insists on having vase filled with fresh orchids on our dining table. I believe it’s because they wilt slower than most flowers but mostly, I think she does it because it reminds her of my late grandmother. The stack of Vogue Paris/Nippon/UK magazines that go up to my knees (I’ve been collecting since 2006) still remains in the corner of my room, protected by the faint warning I whispered to my brothers the day I left for Australia – “Don’t let mom anywhere near my magazines!”

I’ve also been looking for forgotten treasure, things that I completely missed out on or didn’t have space for in my luggage back when I first moved. And the bottle in the last photo is one of them. In it is a delicate pink liquid which, when released from its art nouveau glass prison, becomes a misty cloud of tea rose and green tea. It’s Paul Smith’s Rose, one of my signature scents :3

Dad gifted me with a new lens for my camera so here are some of the photos I took of my home with it :3 I am extremely happy with my new lens, the amount of precision and control I get is considerably better than my usual kit lens. My Nikon actually belongs to my dad but he has since given up on having it back. He knows I’m the only person in the family who can do it justice anyway BAHA! He’s replaced the camera I stole with an extremely cool point & shoot and I’ll be taking that camera out for a test drive tomorrow, can’t wait! If it lives up to be just as good as my Nikon – sorry Dad, that’s one more camera you stand to lose. Sorry about the excessive photography talk, I just get very excited about cameras lol. I’ve always believed that this blog is a reflection of my aesthetic beliefs so it is extremely important to me that every photo I show is an indication of my style and supremely anal approach towards detail.

I’m a wee bit busy making up for lost time with my friends and family so I’ll catch you all soon!