Boycott everything.

What?! Is Year 3 to max out students' capabilities (or potential, so you say) to become full fledge zombies? If that is it, the school topped it.

Procrastination for good? Or bad?

Night At The Museum 2 blew my mind away! It's really great, everyone should watch it.

Well aye... Just had an emotional flash-forward. My course of study sure gets me lots of opportunities that some others may not get in a lifetime. Like getting an attachment with a Government organization or the latest thing most of us are working damn hard for - Asian Youth Games 09.

I know a gazillion nuts about sports per se. But somehow or rather I got chosen to be one of the few on site (co-) journalists for the swimming segment. It was wowing to find out. For both hard work & glamour. Trust me when I say it's hard work. On site means I'll have to sit there with my partner, observe the athletes, pre-research on them, watch them swim from one end to the other and "tada!" - upload sports article in 30 minutes time (or maybe slightly longer, not exceeding 2 hours I guess). And these go on for 6 days in a row. With lots of pre-training of course + well expected burnt weekends.

Tweaking a little* I can picture myself holding a "Media" pass streaming in & out like a... media person. Sounds like a cool pass to hold. A bit bimbotic actually. Not stereotyping, but everyone doing this has a bimbo in them. We can see/stare/talk/flirt/awe at those hot hunks and a lot of other juicy fringe benefits that can be expected.

So it leads me to think: Am I/Are we like Anne Hathaway (in Devil Wears Prada) or Isla Fisher (in Confessions of a Shopaholic)?

It is terrifying to see myself and the people around me stepping into their footsteps unknowingly.

Aha! The perfect excuse for procrastinating (working on articles)!

When the garlic hooed, I lost my voice.

I plucked up more than enough courage.

What the fuck

I found out the real cause of my social absence in Restaurant City.

All because Kenneth tested the cheat machine on my account, and not his.

What the fuck. It wasn't even my fault. WTF.

Relationship hurdles.

Tell me where to find Aunt Agony at this hour.

Bye!

Nothing to put into words.
All's perfect.
World's round.
Find a slum.
& Stay there.

Why are things like that?

I don't have space to breathe.

With friends, with school work, with boyfriend and even with family.

Everything is just so tight.

I just want to be a good friend, a good student, a good girlfriend and a good daughter.

WHY does she jump at me at every single little thing?

I dread coming home. Or maybe, I dread seeing certain people.

Matter of taste.

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