swamped..i am

The Golden Cord

I don't have it with many people, onli a selected few (yes, mun u r part of the selected few). And for that I am grateful (omg...am starting to talk like the boy). But seriously, it's amazing how we get along and understand each other. Or maybe we're just patient.

For some reason, I'm missing the boy terribly, I see him almost everyday...and yet, it doesn't seem enuf. And it doesn't help dat my brain feels as if it's so bloody compressed i hardly hv room for a fantasy. And when I'm with him, I'm still thinking about bloody work. What shits me the most is the amount of crap I have due...ok, honestly, ISC is fucking up my studies. After attending meetings and following up on the executives, I'm exhausted. Totally. Grrr... there are not enuf hours in a day and endurance in the body. i hate deadlines.

Listening: to Miami by Counting Crows

Dreading: Dat freakin $ 130 lesportsac bag!!...am so screwed.

Wishing: for a kiss and a hug from the boy

Wanting: more kisses and hugs...& to read Sophie Dahl's The man with the dancing eyes (dammit la, i dun want dat bag!!! remix-brrr, strawberries with green background - double brrr, bright pink hearts - triple brrr, messenger bag - Aargh!!!)

Dior mascara (Ultimate eyes) is totally not recommended!! Ultimate indeed! I teared for a few seconds (mostly out of exhaustion and frustration and...depression!) and droplets of black liquid starts running down my cheeks. For heaven's sake, who creates non-water resistant mascara in this era! Dior, evidently. Am sticking to cheapo brands like Loreal...and Max Factor. They're water PROOF and extends the lashes way moreeee. Ok, whether or not it's good for the lashes and skin I dunno la...

OK, I better freakin finish writing up my target media section. I absolutely despise this freakin unit. Seriously! I can't even sit thru the dumb ass lecture most of the time.

i've realized sumthin (yes, i actuali have an open mind and do realize...certain things), once u say sumthin like, oh yes, i'm meeting my bf later, ppl's perception of u jus totallie changes. You can literally see the swift change of perception, kind of like, ahhh, she is not a loser! She has a life and a bf!

see, i've always been boyfrenless and am prolly a prude, an introvert and a loner. yea, so all these equals loser. but now, i can say i hv a bf and poof!...no longer; prude; introvert; and loner. My status has been...ahem, upgraded. ie. i have a life and social skills and fun.

sigh, jus cos i'm involved in heaps of stuff doesn't mean i dun knoe how to have fun! I do!! i reallie do!! please believe me...won't u believe me?i reallie do. *rolls eyes*

no, but seriously, get off my case, i dun give a shite whether u think i'm all of the above or watever, jus dun freakin use it against me.

rite, i shall continue wif my dumb ass media strategy assignment now.