and yesssss... thanks to a terrorist of a 12 year old (who held a gun made of fingers to my head and ordered me to get this created or risk having my head shot) and another just 6 years older (who was encouraging her through msn IMing), you find me here typing in nonsense rather than studying for my marketing finals (just a mere two days later) or preparing to go back to the hostel to actually try to get something in my head.
bloody presentation's been kicked off to thursday, so i can forget about it till i'm done with mkt. a debt to you, Z, for letting me switch.
tomorrow's class's at 8. and i'm still in kepong at my cousin's way away from my box of a hostel room in PBD... gah.
P.S remind me never to think i can drop over here 'just for the day' and not end up sleeping over. 'tis just immm-possible. and not to try it just before finals. ah-but-then... i really havent seen my mum in months. so i guess it was for a good reason.
gah.
bloody presentation's been kicked off to thursday, so i can forget about it till i'm done with mkt. a debt to you, Z, for letting me switch.
tomorrow's class's at 8. and i'm still in kepong at my cousin's way away from my box of a hostel room in PBD... gah.
P.S remind me never to think i can drop over here 'just for the day' and not end up sleeping over. 'tis just immm-possible. and not to try it just before finals. ah-but-then... i really havent seen my mum in months. so i guess it was for a good reason.
gah.
