Finals = M.I.A + trauma

the last few weeks i have been M.I.A from blogging no thanks to finals

i've also (in no particular order)
~ blackmailed
~ become and emotional terrorist
~PMS
~ become a wannabe psycho bitch

i'm surprised that no one has attempted to murder me..


thanks everyone for the unconditional love + support during these very trying times..

xoxo

Running on adrenaline

it is undeniable, i have had blogging withdrawal symptoms. it's just the combination of being too busy and lacking the motivation that has led to this.
and as the exams are all going to be over i'm starting to get a taste of how things are just going to get more hectic from now on.

one good example was yesterday when i had to work, finish the corrections on my last essay, head to jacques reymond by 8.30 for dinner
which i must admit was one of the best dinners i've had in Melbourne and for $230 a head it was quiet worth it.
plus kim was being in the once-in-a-lifetime generous, who would give up on the offer?
wah wah lounge for Phreac's second event then back again to the uni books.
slept at 4 am

woke up at 8 am to hand in the final essay and start work at 9am.



plus tonight:

dr. john's farewell dinner at 6.30
drinks with fai (coz i've been ditching him numerous times this past week)
and then Se7en for more partying

i think i'm becoming damn champion
running on 150 bpm

yet i still don't know which direction i'm heading towards...

Still here.. still alive

i haven't dropped off the face of the earth
but i wish i had..
i myself don't understand why i'm being this so called anti-social when in fact socialite is include in my list of future occupations


i'm still here, still alive


just everything else inside me feels pretty much altered/dead
i don't know maybe i just need a change..

can anyone spell : H-O-L-I-D-A-Y?