needing to keep up!

hi everyone! i apologize over my disappearance from tinybabybolster. however, i am temporarily back, for a blog post. studies and my boyfriend have been taking a toll on me, sucking all the sun and fun out of me. no good sign, seriously. /shakes head

final exams are in... 1 week exactly from now. can't tell if i am really excited or scared. but definitely more scared than excited. please someone, ask me to start revising my international trade! dreadful cause there's like 50 graphs, ridiculous. no good.

so yes, i have two open book exams. please don't rejoice for me, thank you. i hate open books. there's this thing about rmit exams. there's always a drawback. closed book examinations give you more time to think, the questions aren't so bitchy and examiner's expectation ain't that high. however... of course, there's no book to refer. opened book exams sounds easier, but there's always a retard time constraint and examiner's expectations are wayyyy higher. shit those drawbacks.

the worst papers of all, are economics papers. because dah, you need to draw nice, proper graphs for almost every question. they only give you 2 hours to do 6 essays, wth? time constraint, no books to refer to. struggle with both time and knowledge. /wtf

i have been up to nothing but just being miserable lately! fml.

these are pictures from a fortnight ago. from my cousin's 10th birthday party at The Club, Bukit Utama. a very fancy recreational club.

me, being cute in my blown hair. haha. being cute. hahaha.

see? posh right? it's right next to the British international school. these rich kids.

the mischievious (how'd you spell this..? wait check oxford)...oh ok mischievous, brat. xiwen commented on my cleavage, thank you. /takes a bow

take camera and camwhore a bit. even my sister was dumbfounded at my actions. thank you, retard just the way i like it, yeah. /takes a bow again

oh it was terbalik, but it's okay. hahahaha. /throws hand in the air profusely

nowadays i always have dreams about people that i want to meet, omg. sometimes i wished i died in my sleep and could dream, like forever. haha. first i met michael buble and he serenaded me with call me irresponsible. he sang 'call me, irresponsible..call me, unreliable..throw in, not dependable too' and being the perfectionist capricorner, i said 'it's undependable!!!'. he said 'it's ok'. wtf? haha. omg lame dream.

then i dreamt of LEE HOM! ahhhh. like a wet dream i tell you. i almost cried when i was woken up, fml! i love lee hom man. i climbed up a ladder, threw my hands, waving in the air, singing wei yi at the top of my lungs. fuh. looked down the ladder, and saw my other half. looking a bit like lee hom, but also like phua chu beng (as insisted by florence jie). haha. sorry can't help, very funny. he sang wei yi. fuh. for me. maybe...ok fine, there were many people. haha.

i hope i have some frigging sweet dreams tonight. lee hom again i hope, because i am listening to him now.

till next time!!! maybe a video during my study break!