Think I totally fucked up my last paper. I’ll give it a 15/40. So, that means I would need to chalk up at least a 45/60 in the exams to get an upper second (1st class? I don’t even dare to dream).

I am such a freakin fool! Here I am blogging, watching War & Beauty (episode 11), drinking very kao PG Tips and trying to add more words to my 1500 paper, all at the same time. Deadline’s on Monday. I want to see Peter de-hair tomorrow at KY’s, lend some support, steal some hair and stuff so I have to finish at least half of this dumb paper by 6am. I even forwent Thai Club for this. Peter, you so owe me, ok! Sien…

I didn’t have time to go to bank at all and today all the freakin cash deposit machines were out of service. Now I’m going to get penalty from my gym for late payment on top of those fees I’ve been throwing away. This is so not fun.

I was reading Miss Bloom’s post and damn, I completely relate to her. When I look into the mirror, all I see is Michelin Man staring at me. I have a weird urge to jog now. I’ve done it before, jogging at 3am in the morning and had a few lone vehicles stopped to see what I was “running away from”. Actually it’s about the safest time you could jog in the public, I mean…even thieves are sleeping at that ungodly hour, isn’t it?

I was showing my other half the latest Astro magazine. The covergirl of the month was Gigi Lai. I told him I want to look like her when I’m 35. You know what he said to me?

“How? You don’t even look like that now and you’re only 21″

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