Let's see some pictures i took during the ECP trip with dadada and margaret before i starting ranting at how my day is. :D
And i left my heart-felt words on the sands.
Do we look alike? She's an irritating yet adorable chap =.=" 
Nanana lover said i look like a model here, Firman complimented saying i look chio :DD lol!
All hair to the back with my shades (: Looks a teeny weeny kiddish. 
Sometimes i wonder why girls like to do this . But everytime i ask myself why, i just do it over again. [=
i think i look alien-ish here. haha! 
The two skinnies. Eeeww. Why ain't i skinnier? ):
The short skinny. Hahaha. Fooling around in my shades.
okays, i know what you're going to say. My eye-bags are totally hideous. T.T
i'm not at all satisfied with my tan look, SENTOSA this saturday; YAY!
That's probably the pictures i have for the time being. So now, i'm gonna start grumbling about whatever shitty happened today.
WARNING : If for whatever reasons, you're planning to have your dinner/lunch/breakfast after reading my blog ; then i advise you people not to scroll down (: There isn't any pretty sight. AT ALL. It's horrifying. )):
Yuppies, So i went to school as usual today ; slipped on my casual casual lil miss naughty tee and a skirt. I was so exhausted, prolly due to lack of sleep. Boarded the train ; reached MLT 8 and awaited for my friends. So so, As i was daydreaming, i took a step forward and realised it's a relatively high step. Me, being such a kuku nehneh geek, was shocked and almost screamed. (S-C-R-E-A-M)
Then my lovers / friends came, we went into MLT 8 ; had our PACC lesson and i left alone to the photocopy shop to get my stuff done. It was around noon and T21 was at it's BUSIER time ( meaning, Super crowded and packed with peepos ) . I past the vending machine, took a step up ; another and an ultra loud *BAM !* was heard. Pathetic and poor me landed flatly on the stairs. With - my lappie and my bulky huge tote bag. And i was ALONE. As i mentioned it was PACKED, people behind me (i suppose) were staring at me and i heard someone said :"oh my goD! ouch! " I was so embarrased i wished i could dig a hole on the ground and hide my face in. So immediately, i stood up and continued walking - pretending that i was alright; pretending that it doesn't hurt a lil wee bit at all.
I reached the shop, switched on my lappie ; logged in to mysas and realised that my study aids application form was removed. There was no way i could get the hardcopy anymore. )): In addition to my pitiful plight, my head was spinning around going in circles and i was so giddy i had a short blackout. I was ALONE, so i just leaned onto the wall hoping everything will recover sooon. Luckily for me, it did. But nonetheless, i was feeling moody the whole day. I sprained my knee. I hurt my knee. It hurts so badly that i couldn't even squat down and do my business (if you know what i mean ) T.T When i finally forced it down, tears came rolling down my cheeks. (you may be saying * ouch * now, and yeah, there was how badly my knee hurt. Not because of the superficial wound but the physical wound. I sprained my knee, that's why. Here's a picture of how horrifying it looked. ): T.T
I'm having itb CA exam tomorrow and guess what? Now, i have neither the mood or the windows excel 2003 programme to practise and prepare for it. Heck, i think i'm gonna do whatever i can tomorrow and pray that it's an easy paper. Or else, i'll flunk it diasastrously. No mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood no mood super MOODLESS!
The only mood i have now is to stare at my statistics Question paper ; interpret the questions and attempt to do it. Duh . It's forever one of my favourite e-maths topic. [=
Anyway, here's all i'll have for today. :D
Do Stay with me for more pleasure for the eyes, and the ears!
Before i actually leave, allow me to express my gratitude for ling! Hahaha! Velvelvelvelvelyn! Thanks ah! Ling! haha. We're both ling, how exciting. lol.
TATATATATA!
p/s, all the best to my tuition tomorrow yeah ! :D
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