media questions are not easy. media questions are not easy. media questions are not easy. media questions are not easy. media questions are not easy. media questions are not easy.

this was how i got through my gp paper. God bless me.

there's alot on my mind now.

but i cant seem to place them properly.

when i can, i shall blog then.

my heart aches. it never healed.

yesterday marked the start of promos. hm.

never trust guys to clean up.
here's the story.

sebby kicked the ball at my drink, honey milk tea to be exact, and it spilt. guess what. he didnt clean up! so, being the nice person as i am, i decided to clean it up. and mr nice guy jiawei offered to clean the mess on the floor up. i guess he saw how reluctant i was. okay anyway. so after he cleaned up right. i sorta like told him that, hey u know its still kinda dirty. and u know what he did, he kicked the rest of the stuff under the sofa and the table of the ssc room. omg.

reflection time.

never trust a guy to clean up!



im still going to be j1 next year i guess. hm.

i've decided on this instead. cause its alot cheaper. hm.

my new love.
cost a alot.

hm.

saya lemak! makan lagi jagi babi. aku benci carbs. rahhhh.

learning malay was fun! shall take it up after promos!

:]:]

crumbling under the pressure.

i think im getting so stressed, im starting to fall apart.

as i look back.
there are many things that i could have done better or could have avoided. i dont deny that sometimes i wish i hadnt done it or wished i did that. hm. but i wouldnt regret my choices, once i have made them. i wont. no matter what. i would still make the same earth shattering decisions. yes.

im so sick. im so sick of staring at math questions and fretting over them. im so sick of crying just because im stumped over a math/ chem/ bio/ econs question. while running is a good subsitute for cutting yourself in the room at night, its not effective enough.

i dont know. i dont care. im blabbering. you can choose not to read. i wouldnt hate you for that.

i look so horrible in all the pictures amanda sent me. im not going to put any on friendster/ blogger.

eekkyys.

i am seriously growing fat. as in i look fat in the photos. rraahhh. okay. its okay. at least i dont look black. hm.

ah. im fat fat fat. im fat.