After 48 hours, i was finally able to have a perfecto nice long hot bath yesterday at about 9pm after another long tiring event.

So i was nicely enjoying the fact that i’m not rushing anywhere, i looked at my face in the mirror and i saw this:

For a moment i was thinking hard if i accidentally bumped my eyes somewhere, or if someone punched me in my eyes.

Nah, it was a result of sleeping only 20 minutes in 48 hours.

It’s report days for the rest of this week… when the country celebrates Merdeka, I will be celebrating Merdeka too!

Alcohol this weekend, anyone? Bev? =D

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So sick and tired of everything ;( motivation = 0. Hate it when every little shit happen at the same time.

Went out with the Melbourne gang last night.. for once, EVERYONE attended. Really had a good laugh talking and crapping about the shit we did in Melbourne. All the jokes we used to crack, the chemistry we all had. But we came to 1 conclusion… we can only talk and laugh about it.. cuz nothing like that will ever happen again.

I guess that’s why its called the past. And we can’t do anything but leave it as it is.

Just got back from a drink with Miyake and sometimes the chemistry we both have is so ironic. We can talk hours about everything. Basically every little thing that happened to us daily. Plus, we chat on MSN everyday but yet when we yum cha we still can talk non stop. I wonder why. It’s a special bond that I appreciate a lot. Cuz we can bitch about anything at all.

Gonna MIA really soon.. till then, try not to miss me so much!

Time to sleep, nites!

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