Just got tired of blogging, hence the irregular posts you see. Just too bogged down with schoolwork. I spend my waking hours in school, sometimes as late as almost 10pm. Who said Year 3 was easy? Puuuiiiii to you if you did say that. I just can't wait for the end of the semester, in about 5 weeks I think. Thank Goddddd!
Loads of things have happened recently in my life recently, but I shan't bore you with the mundane details. Being a student does have its perks, but not when you're working like a bull or cow or whatever in the field.
Having been in this school, or this course more particularly, for almost three years already, I've to say I've changed. For the better or worse, I really don't know. I know I've become much more daring, and I stand up for what I believe in. I have more guts than I've ever had. I'll shout at you if I'm displeased with your actions. I'm more jaded than I ever was. I'm no longer that naive bimbo, nor am I that innocent girl you could con.
So, tell me, is the new me better?
I just want to get through this course, get it over and done with, and I don't really care if I were to offend anyone, anymore. Fuck it, if you're gonna be a chao slacker, I'll screw your fucking brains. And if you wanna bitch about me, go ahead. I would mind of course, but you won't be my friend anymore. And if I see you on the street five years later, I'll spit in your eyes. I think I won't be able to do that though. I'm still a nice girl after all. How contradictory.
Ok, let's not get so angsty. I'm not gonna slitXxXxXxX my wrists and die when the blood spurts into your face.
On a brighter note, it was Nadiah's birthday yesterday. No, we didn't get wasted and puke on the roads. Instead, we had dinner at her stepdad's. It was a quiet affair, probably kinda awkward for the boyfriend. He came along with me, but thank God, there was the birthdaygirl's boyfriend to keep him company. We hung out at Siglap's Starbucks after dinner and talked about everything possible. I liked the way it went, and I hope you did too Naddypoooooh. Thanks for being around to keep me sane, and thanks for tolerating my quirkiness and screams. Thanks for being there when I'm in tears. You're the bestest girlfriend anyone could have, except for your punctuality part maybe. HAHA. Your birthday wish should have been "I wish I can be on time when meeting Serene!" Bottomeline, I lub cheewww lah!
Okay, I'm tired of rambling, and I'm hungry. Where's meee lunch? :(
BimboQueen
7/08/2006 01:05:00 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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