Slow leh, my updates? Tell you what lah, I’ve been busy like fuck preparing for the cultural exhibition exclusively designed to make TARC PR students suffer, and right now my assignment marks are about to be blasted into oblivion just because of some freaking hyprocrisy. Or not?

This event has

drove me up the wall,
made me shed tears,
pull my hair out in agony,
scream at my innocent boyfriend,
made him by driver that I so hurtfully need to wake him up from his beauty slumber just to get a saree-clad me to college (kononnya CULTURAL event),
made him do me favours because sudden last minute changes that happens as often as how bacteria breed,
made me update my blog less,
left me precious little personal time for anything,
lessened my time for my mother,
made my e-boobies rust in the Interwebs,
make me FUCKING pay 100 bucks to rent a last minute saree just to get that fucking piece of TRADITIONAL (some citation needed?) cloth to suit the freaking occasion when I have two sets of Indian dresses that are left to rust.

AND

made me stayed back in college, unable to leave or had to leave forcefully because my mom simply do not allow her daughter out till 11 pm or 12 am in the (next) morning.

And unfortunately, growing up in an environment where all the students are out living by themselves and enjoying the so-called ‘freedom’ that they gained by leaving their families behind in their hometown to further their studies, often my pleas to go back early are unheard. Though I’ve gotta admit, it really makes my heart hurt to leave behind all the work where I’m supposed to be part of them, doing all the work. At least I did my part, right? But, with all those delays, postpones, sudden changes that are as frequent as how rabbits breed little rabbits, preference of TALKING rather than ACTION, what’s that could be done very fast was always delayed, till the very last minute.

Gosh, before I sat down with my sore thighs and haven’t flipped open my dear Mr Vostro, I didn’t know I had emotions welling up inside me. My mental state was a wreck no thanks to unnecessary pressure given by certain people. I really dunno whether should I elaborate more further at this point, as I *think* some involved people are reading the chaborkia’s innermost thoughts through a channel not known as her very own mouth, but, through an electronic media, namely a ‘blog‘. A freaking blog readable by EVERYONE, any tom dick harry, any pervert who surfs porn and happen to stumble upon when in search of ‘big boobs’ in Google. So yeah, I shall shut the fuck up thank you very much.

And… Since I need to shut the fuck up, I think I have nothing more to elaborate. TIme to sleep. It will be a long night tomorrow… And that will put an end to all the suffering we have to go through… Then exams are to smack us surprise buttshecks style right after the stupid event. Fulfilling learning experience it was, but was it worth compensating all the trouble? I really dunno.

K good night. Have been sleeping 1 or 2 ish lately. Sigh. Poor blokes who need to stay later than that, I kudo you all. Please don’t scoff at me being lazy, it’s my body, really. It’s screaming at me for some rest.

Pics of me in saree? Cannot guarantee, have been snapped by random tom dick harrys, I dunno where my pictures will end up. Maybe in a Edison Chen-ish scandal? Photoshop style? Bwahaha.

This is getting long-winded. Good night, for real.

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