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Friday, September 30, 2005

Save Me Please!



I am so going to die. Bleah~

I see codes until my eyes wanna pop out liao. Until my head hurts like there's someone using a needle hammer hitting away at my head.

Gee.

And I'm still blogging.

Cannot. I want to whine.

All I can think of, is how am I so going to die when I see my fyp prof next week.
All I can think of, is how am I so going to die when I have to update project status next week.

Sorry hor, not next week. in 3 friggin' days.

Cat got 9 lives leh. Jesslyn got how many lives leh?

9 lives also?

No lar. Not so fortunate. More than that leh.

Cannot run away from it even after dying 9 times. So sad!!

Bleah~

It's funny you know, part of me wishes I was working now.

I kinda miss my IA days.

Although it comes with waking up early and getting stucked in a chilly arctic-conditioned office for 9 hours everday...

I enjoyed it! Hahaha. Maybe not so much of the working part. But more of the "have friends and have fun slacking part."

Not to mention there will be constant moolah going into my account every month.

Even though it's a measly 500 bucks.

500 bucks enough for me to go BKK and shop like a mad woman you know!

Saying that, I wanna go BKK again.

My mom just came back from BKK and bought a pair of fake Birkies for me! I like!

And I think she's much better at bargaining. She got 1 pair for 150B. She bought only 3 pairs.

Why do I think she's much better at bargaining leh?

Because, like her, my present fake Birkies also cost 199B originally. While I bought 2 pairs and managed to cut the price down to 180B, she managed to cut a quarter of the price off.

My friend who went BKK and bought 12 pairs at one go, only managed to cut the price to 160B.

That's why I think my mom damn power.

So I have new shoes now! But I still feel like I'm so going to die.

Gee. I can never be contented, can I? Haha.


Stunningly Gorgeous Y 4:02 PM