let lemons be angry

What a wonderful week, and weekend, and day. Putting all work aside in my mind, all I want to do now is sleep early, wake up early, have hearty breakfasts, and take care of my body from the inside out. That means cod liver oil, good sleep, exercise, vitamins, fruit juices, rice masks, eye masks and many power catnaps out in the fresh air.

Talking to samantha this morning was refreshing because she's an artist, not a designer, and I already know from dipping my toes into the workpool that I will end up making art, not design. Such general ambitions require thinking about places to live in, ways to save money, and making brands out of my name. Funny thing was our conversation ended up being about preparing for marriage and childbirth and needing to slow down our pace of life for those things. "To get married in 2 years, that's half the time we were in ADM!" she proclaimed with wide eyes that made my eyes wider.

All girls' conversations tend to wander toward childbirth now, even though it's not even vaguely on the horizon. Miscarriages, weddings, pregnancy tips, maternity clothes, stretchmarks, birth wards, it's all out in discussion. Like how we used to talk about junior college when we were in sec 3, I suppose. It has to do with realising our bodies will change for eternity.

And so I am cherishing my very young body, because now it's tough upkeep just looking fresh. We're not seventeen and invincible even without sleep. These days I need all the rest I can get.