I'm so very glad WebD is over already. I'll say my work was definitely pretty shitass. Dear God, just give me a D and I'll be grateful to you. Just don't make me fail WebD. I can't imagine having to take WebD for another semester again. I'll just die of spasms in class, though I've taken quite a liking to Mr S.
If it wasn't for the emotional and moral support I had right beside me during WebD, I think I would have just given up on it totally. Seriously, have you heard of anyone using Dreamweaver or Fireworks and ending up in tears after that? Er, you see, that happened to me. I'm really not a web design kinda person. And while I was up doing WebD, I finished nearly an entire pack of Ruffles BBQ. How sinful.
On Wednesday, I was so stressed, I went on an eating spree with my boyfriend. Outline of this tragic event. Sin #1: Swensens- I had one Frosted Chocolate Malt all on my own. That's going straight to the ass for sure. Sin #2: Fiesta Sushi- Baby octopus, Seasoned scallop, Grilled eel sushi (wait, it's eel, but is it grilled? oh, whatever, you get what I mean.) Sin #3: Pasar malam at Causway Point- Chicken wrapped in seaweed, Muah Chee and Fruit punch. Now, tell me, how will I NOT put on weight.
Dear God, if you can't make me thin, please make my friends fat.
There's so many things I want to do. I guess it's just not the right time now. I'm so looking forward to tomorrow though, but I guess it's gonna be nerve wrecking for both you and me.
Just one more to go, Newswriting, here I come. Oh no, there's still loads of PR assignments to do. Tamade. Pray hard my holidays don't get burnt. One week break, here I come! :)
Okay, back to my mundane piece of Newswriting.
BimboQueen
7/09/2005 11:54:00 pm
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The BimboQueen
Serene Loo;
Femme;
19 September 1987;
Nineteen going on Twenty;
Mass Communication Graduate;
Account Management Executive;
Nightlife;
Retail therapy & more retail therapy;
Very trigger happy;
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