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L, O, L, O, L, O, V, E.
Stupid Ashlee Simpson. That song is freaking adorable. I feel like making it one of my caller tunes but fear the backlash from irritated friends/random callers/potential employers.
It is the year two thousand and six, and I still write it as 2005 because habit is hard to break. New Year's Eve is so over-rated. All that shoving, cramping, and sweating for a few minutes of fireworks display. Not to mention being groped oh so easily. KL-ites are a bunch of people starving for something to do. I should know, since I endured pushing, shoving, sweating and groping to watch those few elusive minutes of pretty pyrotechnics being displayed.
I don't deny that it was dazzling while it lasted. I love fireworks to death, especially big, bad ones that explode violently in the sky and form fountains of fires. So freaking magical. I am easily amused, yeah.
When my holidays started, I applied to a lifestyle/events magazine for an internship and got a positive response. Unfortunately, the reply came too late because I was about to start my new semester the next week. So gutted! I really wanted to learn something over the holidays, and here's a chance but I can't just like, grab it. The good thing is that the editor asked me to look into my schedule for my next semester and e-mail her if I had the time to come in a few days a week or so. Here's hoping, because next semester is famous for inducing lack of sleep and exhaustion. Very heavy semester, in my very last year with an industrial attachment at the end of it. But after this semester, the next one is going to be cake. Only 3 semesters, and a big portion of it is practical. Woofuckinghoo, finally.
Wished I had more to say.
Er.
L, O, L, O, L, O, V, E, let's talk about lurrrvee!!
:S
BTW, MALYNDER, if you're reading this please pick up your phone! We are coming to KLCC on Tuesday for lunch!! Get back to me!! Miss you want to see you!! XOX.
Stupid Ashlee Simpson. That song is freaking adorable. I feel like making it one of my caller tunes but fear the backlash from irritated friends/random callers/potential employers.
It is the year two thousand and six, and I still write it as 2005 because habit is hard to break. New Year's Eve is so over-rated. All that shoving, cramping, and sweating for a few minutes of fireworks display. Not to mention being groped oh so easily. KL-ites are a bunch of people starving for something to do. I should know, since I endured pushing, shoving, sweating and groping to watch those few elusive minutes of pretty pyrotechnics being displayed.
I don't deny that it was dazzling while it lasted. I love fireworks to death, especially big, bad ones that explode violently in the sky and form fountains of fires. So freaking magical. I am easily amused, yeah.
When my holidays started, I applied to a lifestyle/events magazine for an internship and got a positive response. Unfortunately, the reply came too late because I was about to start my new semester the next week. So gutted! I really wanted to learn something over the holidays, and here's a chance but I can't just like, grab it. The good thing is that the editor asked me to look into my schedule for my next semester and e-mail her if I had the time to come in a few days a week or so. Here's hoping, because next semester is famous for inducing lack of sleep and exhaustion. Very heavy semester, in my very last year with an industrial attachment at the end of it. But after this semester, the next one is going to be cake. Only 3 semesters, and a big portion of it is practical. Woofuckinghoo, finally.
Wished I had more to say.
Er.
L, O, L, O, L, O, V, E, let's talk about lurrrvee!!
:S
BTW, MALYNDER, if you're reading this please pick up your phone! We are coming to KLCC on Tuesday for lunch!! Get back to me!! Miss you want to see you!! XOX.