when there is light, there is hope.
when there is sun, there is sentosa.

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i dreamt of snakes last night. one snake actually. oh, does that mean i'm turning into a *parselmouth soon?

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for the longest time, i was literally pacing up and down my cubicle anticipating the mo to hand in my resignation letter to the boss yesterday. i swear my hands were quivering at that instant. but alas, i did it, and hell am i glad i got through it. he was cool about it, not like i pose any importance to the bank, but yea. so that's that. my last official working day will be 31 december.





*Parseltongue is the language of snakes; to a human who cannot speak it, it sounds like hissing without taking a breath. A speaker of Parseltongue is referred to as a Parselmouth.