Haha, nice pun hor? Read further to get to know what I actually mean. :) But first, let me tell you about the happy happy day I had.

Today I’ve just finished a gruelling exam which had me writing nonchalantly over my answer sheet. My answers were spanned across 3 answer booklets, imagine the intense writing.

Everything that I’ve memorized… Everything that my buddies have chanted in my ears when we’re having our study sessions… Good, it got stuck in me head. So I answered pretty fluently EXCEPT FOR THAT DAMN QUESTION NUMBER 11(C) THAT KO’D ME AND CHRISTINE DAMNIT!

T.T

Just one question away from my possible grade A, I certainly hope not. T.T

- exam rant ends here -

Sorry for the emo-ness, my bro kick started my morning with scolding me about my ‘priorities’ when I emerged from my room with my eye makeup on. Like, come on, I’m a girl, I’m gonna have fun after exam, what’s wrong with being dressed up? And there you were complaining which girl looks like crap. What you want from us?!

And how can you EVER judge how I put my priorities simply by seeing me putting on makeup before I go for my exam? Didn’t you know I’ve been putting in effort to study? So, a little effort to dress myself up after my hard work to get over the exam is wrong, huh?

I think you’ll stumble across this sentence when you browse through my blog. I know you do, I wanna let you know i’m super pissed off at your morning greeting but never mind, which elder sibling (especially one who is way older than you) doesn’t have their younger sibling’s best interests at heart? You’re forgiven. Just don’t scream at me right in the morning like that, damnit. I do NOT appreciate that.

- elder sibling rant ends here -

This semester is a total joke. To accomodate TARC’s intake timing, which is the middle of the year, we have a ridiculously short semester which is my current one which just officially ended today. For this semester, we only had 2 papers to take. Damn you lah TARC, can’t you have some fucking sense and stuff those high pressure subjects for us when we’ve got more time and not put all the shit together in an extremely jam-packed timetable?! DAMN YOU! I HOPE YOU’RE READING THIS, anyone of you from TARC. And put me into TARISA (Tunku Abdul Rahman Inter-College Security Act). Like I care, or as if you dare. Give me a god damn good explanation and I’ll give you a public apology over the things I said here. Wait a min, should I even say sorry? It’s my blog. Try me. And I’m pretty sick of the lack of lecturer / lack of venue thingie. I simply do not believe that crap.

- TARC rant stops here -

My after exam entertainment for today consists of going to Chilli’s KLCC for a tantalizing (read: tantalizingly expensive) meal. It cost RM312 for 8 persons. Albeit the price, it was good fun passing food all around the cramped table and feeding each other. ^^

Honestly, after having such a hearty western style meal, I feel like a balloon about to explode. I have no idea how the angmoh’s do it. How do you guys eat so much calories and not utter a single complain that your stomach is not bloated?

(Actually this is my friend’s question and I replied her: maybe they’re too bedridden with diabetes, that’s why we can’t hear them complain. LOL!)

I’d love to fill this blog up with pictures, but due to the limitations of a camera phone, I’ll have to say sorry for the time being. :( :( :( *am so sad that I feel like crying, sure gonna drive readership away if i continue post text and no pictures*

We didn’t do much after lunch as they were half dead after the intense studying for the exam so me and Viv went and raid Topshop and Zara for some bargain grabs. We flipped over the Tong Sampah lot of the discount rack, and got ourselves the same clothing. I bought the blue one while she nabbed two of them in different colours. Girl, you damn geng leh. :P Anyway, looking at Viv side by side with the same shirt on only emphasizes what my darling has been trying to tell me. My shoulders are too narrow, and I don’t hold clothes with sleeves / or without nicely because of not much shoulder space. The shirt fit her perfectly but it was a tad loose for me on the shoulders. Bleh. Whatever, my wonder-mom will make sure it fits me like a glove after the shirt is done through her magical hands and skills. ^^\

Oh ya btw, this Vivian girl is beautiful, attractive and single (one of the things I’m not :P). Send in your resume if you please. :P

- this is turning into a commentary of Ya Hui’s Day in KLCC, shoot. -

Okay, my pun. Well, when Viv was busying herself in the changing room, I was fiddling around with the accessories, looking at the girl who looks damn familiar. Then I stole a glance at her name tag. It stated Ann (names changed to protect privacy). Curiosity got the better of me. I went up to her, and said: ‘Hi, you look familiar. May I know your surname?’. She said Wong. OMGWTFBBQSAUCE! Seems like I have a penchant for bumping into old friends at the most unexpected places. And those old friends mainly consist of those that I got to know through my ballet classes (stopped years ago due to the sudden change of teachers and my admittance into Chinese ‘hell’ school life - weekend classes OMG!)

Btw, I bumped into dear Beve when I was fooling around in Kokorobox. Can’t forget that thrill of bumping into a friend that I haven’t met for many years through the Internet. Can’t forget I met my bf through the Internet either. Internet, full of wonders. (/b/rothers, no internet haet machine k :P)

So the main reason that I didn’t approach her earlier was because she had a serious case of slouching. She, Ann Wong, the tall and beautiful ballet dancer with the nice slender body with the ballerina stature, admired by our teachers, standing before me, with a slouch?

My goodness. Is admittance to TARC (she had her A Levels there) so much hell that she slouched over her books in agony during her duration there? I was really amazed at the difference. It was a bit overwhelming. My friend, the nice ballet dancer who was educated in ballet school to suck in her tummy, stand straight, shoulders back, buttocks sucked in, slouching? That certainly had me wondering. *looks at my body* I slouch when I’m lazy, but usually when I’m outside I maintain my posture*

Time really can change a person. But from our awkward little conversation, I couldn’t tell further how much it has changed Ann. She was very very friendly to us before I introduced myself. She even gave me a hug. Sweet, sweet gal. Love you~

I certainly hope everything changes and becomes a better person over time. And, don’t slouch.

*Some of you might not be able to understand my shock of seeing a friend ’slouching’, but I guess it’s sort of a significant little random event to me. Particularly the way of meeting her, damn coincidental. This also makes me know that humans can change over time, and sometimes Miss Fate is just soooooo unpredictable, makes you meet people at the most unexpected places*

I think I have made literacy legend by writing something so damn ‘random’ leh. You’ve gotta forgive me. :P

And lastly, thanks for being with me. :)

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