Being offered a job by the head of the head of all fucking heads of the event company was awesome.
Part-time job, handling events, social life, awesome pay, OMG so cool.
It pays to be a lazy ass while waiting for the runway show to start, sit down somewhere sorta secluded and having some random stranger to talk to you. You might not know that he'll be the ticket to the rest of your life. Or at least till I get a diploma or something ohohoho
But what's on my mind right now is to show gratitude towards my parents.
BAH I'm so excited.


What I'm not excited about is the fact that my tummy's been a bloody bitch to me.
Not cause it's the time of the month, but cause of something else.
I've been reading up on it and the possibilities of having stomach ulcer, a blockage in the blood vessels or even stomach cancer are freaking me out.
I don't wanna go into surgery and die. haha aiyoh.
But I just hate going to the bloody doctors. Brr.
And besides, not eating would mean I'll achieve my goal of losing my 4 freaking kilograms of irritating weight. Woo.
Plus standing around for God knows how many hours and walking around the tent carrying those bloody thick magazines and goodie bags of whatever sort is a good workout.
My arm muscles are inevident now. All that's left is flabby arms. Damn you, flabby arms.
The sad part, is my abs. My abs are gone. Gone, I tell you.
It's sad to see something you've worked hard for suddenly disappear.


Speaking of working hard, my grades are bloody shit.
I'll give you a hint.
"Chao Chee Bai"
Freaking BRR.

Femme Fatale says:
hurh whatever
OhNo - Please!!! says:
yeee kalah
OhNo - Please!!! says:
i fucking love u.
OhNo - Please!!! says:
can i marry u?????????????????////////////////
OhNo - Please!!! says:
hahaha