I love a good over-sized shirt. It's something that can easily be pulled off as sleepwear, or, in certain circumstances, acceptable to be worn in public. And yet it comes with a consequence: the confusion from people walking by as to whether I am wearing any pants on or not (and I guess we will never know)..
Photos by Jing Khuu
I went to my first preliminary Contracts lecture, and thirty minutes later, I started to regret not grabbing a coffee beforehand. As it has been four months since Uni ended, I have forgotten that attending a lecture meant I'll be constantly scrolling through my Instagram, Twitter and Facebook feeds, whilst still trying to attentively listen to the lecturer. The dreaded lecture was shortly followed by yummy treats, good company, and snapping photos at the Garden of Unearthly Delights.