CA results: 18november, after 5pm.
Exams start: 26th november.

feel damn suffocated now. starting to panic already since i don't really know what the fuck accounting is about yet. and my probability sucks to the core of the earth. how i hate feeling stupid especially after i tried. anyway i dont believe i can't get it so im going to figure out cashflow statements now. sigh. 2 more weeks till i can stay home and rot everyday (:

anyway im so tired of reading magazines with overpriced clothes. and its not even supposed to be a high class magazine. like Cleo. so often you see some cute dress ( that looks so plain i could probably cut my curtains and put it together myself ) tagged $132. or a bag that looks like something you can get at city plaza worth $270. hello world. where is your money coming from. please take me to your dimension where money is abundant; where everyone has so much money that even if i gave you a treat everyday it wouldn't mean a thing. thnks.

oh right, the point is shouldn't you ask yourself who is your target audience when you're publishing a magazine. don't they know that the people who read their magazines the most are aged approximately 18-25? i dare say at 23-25 you're probably reading Herworld already. so YES, you expect 18-22 year old kids to buy a $270 bag?! i mean unless you are filthy rich like some people around us, who the fuck can afford it la? can they publish something more afforadable anot. not like they get commision from the ghastly overpriced shit.

went to the drivethru macs at AMK to study today. was very productive if you ask me. since my accounting is like shit it really helped to have pw/geok there. oh, there was yixiang, venelyn, priscilla and edwin too. there was a rat somewhere on the floor and later on there was a green snake behind me. awesome shit. that place is like a jungle. left at 8plus. damn tired already. wanted to do somemore accnting when i got back but all i managed to do was nua. another day tomorrow. gogogogogo.

its 25degrees now btw. and for the whole day, it was really really cold with the strong wind and all. maybe if the world is so screwed up it might start snowing in Singapore :D:D

oh yes. my official favourite word is Disenchanted (surprisingly no, not fuck). it means Free from illusions or false beliefs and i hang on dearly to the meaning of that word ever since shit keeps happening to me. like seriously, it doesnt help if i try to make things go my way and it doesnt help if i sit back and wait for things to go my way either. what the hell am i supposed to do. i know i promised i'd stop waiting but it gets frustrating and i really need to rant sometimes but i really think my friends are already overloaded with the F word (not fuck) so i try to keep it to myself but it results in me emoing in the corner and that doesnt help with anything. then i spend all day thinking and thinking about the little things you do wondering if they meant a thing but more often than not they mean nothing. nothing at all. and when all the fuss boils down, all thats left is me and my imagination.