I know you guys wanna help me out, right? Pretty please with cherries on top? ;) Vote on my side panel what I should do with my hair! I'm kinda stuck. I've never had my hair this long and it's growing on me (well, literally, and not so literally) cause I've always wanted to have long hair, but it's very hard to manage. I have really thin hair and they get tangled very easily.

Perming/colouring is out of the question, unless I want to be disowned. Straightening would be the stupidest move ever because like I said, thin hair. Since last year, I've wanted to go short as well. Talk about indecisive, hey? Well, I have this habit which is always regretting cutting my hair after it's done. EVERY time. So at least this time, I'll know what you guys think would look decent and I won't blame you guys for it cause in the end, it's my decision to make. :)

If you have a brighter idea on what I should do, leave a comment on this post. If you're a Photoshop junkie and have time to fix up pictures of me with the various hairstyles, yay! Leave a comment as well! I'd really appreciate it. :) Wow, if only every hairdresser offers this!

Well, what are you waiting for? :) Vote, vote!

Oh, I think my exam went well... If I ignore the fact that I had about 100 words for every question and we were told to write 250. :P It's not that I didn't have enough time, but it was all I could write, based on what I studied the entire night with the help of my best friend, Wikipedia. Really, the lecturer DID say that it's quality, not quantity...

Alright, there goes my credit. Well, I shall take comfort in knowing that I passed.

On a happier note, my exams are over! YAY! *throws imaginary confetti in the air* I would sing and dance if it wasn't for the fact that I'm sick and in bed on a gloomy, rainy day. Stupid flu. Bugger. I just knew there was a reason why I shouldn't have slept on the sofa that morning without my quilt!

Ooh, have you ever heard that vodka is a cure-all? But then again, would I seriously give a shit if it wasn't? Hehe. *looks at clock* Damn, it's not even 11 in the morning, and I feel like I want to just sleep the whole day away. Trinity, I swear I meant to look for our new place today! I got on the bus and hid away in the shopping centre a bit for the rain to die down but it didn't. :( I'll do it tomorrow, promise promise. Or later, if the sky brightens up a little.

That's the thing with Brissy weather! Everyone reckons it's got the most gorgeous weather ever, but it doesn't. When it rains here, it rains continuously. The entire day, and possibly the next few days. Bloody depressing. And when it doesn't rain, well.. it doesn't rain often anyway. Well, I'm telling you now, Brissy weather is not lovely! Maybe it is in comparison to Melbourne, but what weather wouldn't be lovely next to Melbourne's? I bet even London's would be cheerier!

Now my body clock's messed up and I can't go out. I feel horrid. I look horrid. Everything's horrid. Lalala. So much for the end of exams making me feel better; it's just made me feel like going to uni now to burn a few test papers. Mine, I meant. :P And to rub salt to the wounds, my parents and my lil sister are off to Hong Kong. Did I mention my sister's 3 and she's been London, Budapest, Vienna, Sydney, Brissy, a few other parts of EU and now she's going to visit Hong Kong? All I've seen of Hong Kong cuties is on TV. :(

Kill me now, argh.

The genius that is me was pulling an all-nighter last night, and decided to take a 20 minute nap at 5:40 am. I set the alarm on my mobile and proceeded to crash on the couch, not giving a shit that I didn't have my quilt with me. I was asleep in seconds.

At 6 am sharp, I woke up and thought to myself, congratulations. You did it!

Then I fell back to sleep.

Shit.

I opened my eyes and looked at my phone. FUCK! 7:05 am! Exam's at 8 and I need to catch the damn bus that only comes every 15 minutes. Okay, my campus is bloody huge so it really doesn't help that I have to walk a fair bit from the bus-stop. I ran downstairs, changed my clothes, grabbed a packet of soy milk and strawberry cream biscuits as my breakfast, lecture notes, bottle of water, pencil case, and I was out the door. Thank God I have my wallet, keys, etc. in one bag.

I walked as quickly as I could and then just as I was nearing the bus-stop, the bus came. DAMN! RUNNNN! Made it onto the bus. It was then that fear really gripped me. Oh God, I haven't finished revising. The stuff before mid-semester, I haven't even looked at them! No way have I memorised all of Freud, Piaget, Kohlberg and Eriksson's theories. Ahh, the damn pricks had to come up with so much stuff!

(For the record, I happen to admire their genius but I was too fucking pissed off to think straight.)

I munched on my biscuits slowly, biting down really hard, hoping that somehow I could just rewind time. This is why I do straight all-nighters, not naps! Ish. Stupid, stupid. I extend naps against my own will. How retarded. I shivered as I got out of the bus, but I'm sure it had little to do with the weather. Ryan (not my housemate) called out to me as I walked to the examination hall, and he teased me about being 'a HD (high distinction) student'. In actual fact, I've never gotten a HD.

I explained that I had only started studying last night, I didn't know jack shit, and as everyone entered the room, I sat down with him and tried to hurriedly go through my notes. Too bad I knew nothing would stick and I just talked to him about the marks I've already scored for this subject. Finally, we walked into the room and I was jittery, but managed to not scream in frustration as I filled out my attendance sheet.

The test finally started and after 10 minutes perusal, I decided that I will either pass or get a credit. Arghh, there goes my distinction. This subject was meant to bring up my GPA! Too bad. I finished the paper in 40 minutes and after doing the obligatory checking, and possibly double-checking, I left. I was out of a 2 hour exam in 50 minutes, no longer bothered since I knew none of the answers would hit me out of the blue.

I hate multiple choice questions. I thought they were meant to make life easy, not make you scratch your head, wonder if you've got it right as compared to the other answer that sounds exactly the same. Then there's a tiny voice that tells me that it's normally C and I rub our my answer to change it. Change it back. Change it. FUCKKK! Shut up already!

Last paper tomorrow. 6 questions, 250 words each. I have a list of 12 questions, to which 6 will be the ones I answer tomorrow. If all else fails, I know I only need 2 marks to pass.

How optimistic of me.

I reach for your hand
even as you slowly inch away.
Please, my love, take a look at me.
My eyes have a little message;
your name's scribbled all over the envelope,
the handwriting screaming incessantly of this urgency.
Everything's a blur, a spinning kaleidoscope;
I can't even begin to count the number of colours
that bless my inexperienced eyes,
much less say my sad goodbyes.
Forgive me when I withdrew myself before;
sometimes it's hard to believe that
God's gift stands before my eyes,
and begs me to respond in kind.
I'm coming, I promise, I'm rushing away.
You urge me on into our hidden heaven.
Yes, sweetheart, it's only half past seven.
The steaming sensation of being crushed against a brick wall,
wrapped around you like vines needing support;
I will carry with me for eternity.
Watch me as I bring a new meaning to the word 'high',
and I'll let you lead the way home...

I'm betting that my older bro, Ben, doesn't come here anymore, so I'm writing this: I bought him Calvin Klein's Crave! :) It's a graduation + birthday + congratulations present. He's going to ace his exams with flying colours (yup, I'm that sure!), and he's about to start work in December with a top law firm in London. Err.. forget my first previous reminder about spending too much money because I think it's worth it. Hey, it's my wages, I can do what I want with it! In defence of this luxury, it was on sale. And it's not for me, so it's not a bout of utter selfishness. Tee-hee.

Really, all this time that I've been here, I've never been extravagant = I've been a cheapskate. Honest to God. The most expensive thing I've ever had to purchase, besides my uni education, is my pair of glasses, which was a complete rip-off. I've never heard of anyone having to pay $300 for such a tiny necessity. Of course, I was in desperate need then cause I was blind without my contact lenses, and I had no idea that people paid that much for branded glasses, not frames with recognisable names that were made in nowhere-significant-enough-to-tell-you-about.

You get the point.

After the glasses, I believe it would be my skinny (even if I'm anything but) chocolate coloured jeans that I only bought a few weeks ago, which I really love. I would wear it everyday if I didn't have to wash them. I really don't understand why people here would happily fork out 200 bucks for a pair from Sass & Bide. Just because they're designed by a few popular Australian designers, I don't see that as a guarantee that they're comfy, will last and is suitably tailored for every single person. One day, when I'm filthy rich and absolutely rolling in it (which is never, but what the hell), I'll buy a pair, and if I like them, then maybe I'll be happy to tell everyone about it. If I don't, well, it just proves my point.

And the jeans only cost me 20 bucks. Wheeee!

Strategically enough, I just got off the phone with my dad, also my financial advisor/provider. Hehe. He's probably going to shoot me once he finds out I made all those 'useless' purchases. Being manja has never worked on my dad. Ya know, most girls manage to pull off the most ridiculous requests by sidling up to their dad and doing and saying the right things. But he'd never buy it and I've never even tried it and probably will never try it. Haha, I've never been good at scheming. And he's cancelled the Shanghai trip since he's so busy and can't make it. Sigh, I want to say that that's a good thing since I didn't want to go in the first place, but that also means his work is piling up that much, and I must admit, the idea of going to Shanghai kinda grew on me. Aiks. Ah well.

Right, I'm getting excited just thinking about going home! Dad reminded me that my sister has been looking forward to my return. Awww. Even if that probably has to do with the fact that I'm the only one who takes her swimming, lol. That cheeky girl! And oh my gosh, I just realised this means it might be possible for me to catch the same flight as Trinity! YAYYY! However, mentioning it to my mom would be a little tricky. She was, after all, looking forward to Shanghai a lot and the idea of me leaving early would be a bit... messy to put forward. Lalala. Oh, I forgot to mention that it's my cousin, Trinity that I'll be moving in with on that post. I think I created speculation that it'll be my man I'm moving in with without meaning to. Too bad this man is non-existent. Lol. You'll just have to do, Trinity. ;)

Kidding lah. You know how much I'm looking forward to it!! *bounces up and down*

Three more papers to go! Stupid exam on Saturday. Haven't they hear that it's a crime to use the phrase 'Saturday night' to imply an examination, a statistics one, no less? Fuckwits.

I either just passed my test... or I failed. Well, at least I know it's the end of international relations for me.

Anyway, I've had a whole lot of awful reminders today:

1. I'm spending too much money without meaning to. Actually, this reminder is on repeat mode. It doesn't matter that I got paid today because I'm eventually going to spend it. And I hate it when people owe me money cause I'm too paiseh to ask for it back.

2. My Reeboks that was somehow 'taken' by Clare's visitors are still not returned. As a result, I've had to wear el cheapo 20 dollar sports shoes and my mama toe obviously disagreed. It's been screaming '(KNNC)CB' ever since I took those damn shoes off. *wince*

3. I should refuse to help others with their lunch when they can't finish theirs. Now I just feel too full to have dinner.

4. I'm still taking different directions from the ones I like just because I want to avoid uncomfortable situations. It's a real bitch.

5. There is only a handful of people I can stay out of touch with, and don't feel like I've missed a single beat with them. Then there's the whole group that I find hard to initiate conversations with because it'll eventually just stop and not start again till his/her/my guilt piles up again.

6. Coffee is losing its effect on me. Very, very quickly. Looks like I'm going to up the demand for Red Bull. Where's the fricking supply?!

7. I'm. gaining. weight. again. Actually, that's not awful. I mean, it's winter and everyone puts on weight, except models who resemble anorexic golf clubs... right? Just say 'yes'.

8. I haven't had any inspiration on what to get my granddad. I'm afraid the liquorice candy might be a bit too hard for him to chew. But they're so yummy, I... never mind.

9. My statistics exam is on Saturday evening. I'm missing out on dinner and Fete De La Musique. That's almost sadistic.

10. I've forgotten a lot of football rules that I studied so hard. There goes all my effort: down the damn drain.

11. It's the fucking World Cup that comes once in 4 years and I've got three more exams to go. I missed out on Spain vs Ukraine last night, having to resort to Soccernet's gamecast, and a grand total of FOUR goals were scored. I happen to really like games with lots of goals, even if it's as entertaining as watching my digital clock when there's no scoring involved.

12. I'm missing out on Ken's birthday party next Sunday. He's turning 18. Everyone is. He reminded me that Leonard will accompany me, until I said that my birthday's in November. As much as I feel just a teensy bit of pride being a 17 year old in university, I also feel very small and vulnerable, especially because people tend to treat me differently once they find out my age.

13. I didn't sleep last night (ten minutes here and there) and I only managed two hours of sleep during the day because Hayden who really is a stick in real life walks like a fucking elephant. I'm surprised the ceiling hasn't caved in on me yet.

14. I haven't found a place to live at next semester. I'm worried 3 days isn't enough to look for one.

15. I'm dumbfucked dumbfounded by how I can write all this so easily in such a neat order in minutes but my essays were in shambles.

16. I have to collect my assignments tomorrow. I shall burn them if I received horrid marks so they can use it to torment me if or when I go to hell.

17. I will go to hell. Lol.

18. I have been swearing a lot lately. Took one Vincent and one Munak for me to realise that. Shit.

19. The OC is ending. I have one episode left. What's to become of my junk addiction? :( That's it, I'm getting Smallville off Kitty when I'm back! I don't care if you guys think he PMSes too often.

20. I hate losers who say one thing and do another, or people who try to sound all wise and insightful, or quite plainly, be someone they're not, but the only response they manage to get out of me is loads of laughter as I roll on the dusty, carpeted floor. I shouldn't be so mean. I should just laugh quietly inside.

21. My eyelids are drooping. That means that I'm going to ignore my clock that is telling me that it's only 8:25 pm, brush my teeth and have fun dancing in Dreamland. I'm tired of dreams where I run away or rather, try to; somehow, my feet are always slowly floating off the ground and whoever it is catches me. You bitch, why can't you let me win just once? :(

I'll be in Dreamland if you need me.

If some people could possibly get any thicker...

No, it's not possible.

Look, it's simple, really. A casual dine-in restaurant like Pizza Hut is not making certain races pay the service charge and government tax. What shred of evidence did that stupid e-mail have? NONE. I can just as easily scan my Pizza Hut bill, without a receipt to back it up. And no, they have absolutely no obligation to inform you that they're recording down your group size and race. I can't imagine a bigger waste of time. All they're doing is studying their market, and trying to instigate products that will sell better. Did you honestly need a 17 year old to tell you that?

Hope the reply from Pizza Hut had you feeling completely embarassed at putting up such an obviously baseless forwarded email on your blog.

Why the heck would you believe this, amongst all the rubbish that arrives in your e-mail inbox? I didn't see you putting up those penis enlargement or free Viagra offers on your blogs, now did you? The fact that you happily put up stupid junk on your blogs screams 'gullible'. The same people that cry foul at discrimination endorsing it. *snort*

Perfect, Einstein. Just perfect.