My diet plan seemed to be approaching a dead-end, until yesterday…when I found myself down with a mild case of food poisoning. Feel like puking at the sight of food and too lethargic to grab any.The awesomeness! Hehehehe.
Bought a rip-off vintage Mickey top at a steal. Mom bought a lime green handbag (now I’ve got excuse to get a new pair of heels, in lime green of course). The happiness.
My hair’s bugging me. Too long already…putting on bra is becoming a nuisance. Hair tasting my food isn’t even funny anymore. Going to give it a trim – Mom’s doing it. She ain’t using a nail clipper.
Tomorrow’s baking day. Planning to make cornflake nibbles. Thank goodness I’m sick otherwise I’d definitely nick the sweets. I mean…who could resist the gooey concoction of honey and cornflakes (unless you’re sick)? Then again, who knows…
My college is getting on my nerve. The website’s forever down. I can’t find out the actual date of semester’s commencement. They haven’t mailed my results yet and I’m dying to know my accountings grade (I have a 50/50 chance of fucking it up, hence the anxiety).
Recently, I found myself being asked questions along the line of “What do you want to do after college?”. Honestly speaking, I really don’t know. I can’t see myself at a desk job. Neither could I see myself running around like chickens (no pun intended) slaving for somebody else. At times, I regret not putting my science background to good use when I had the opportunity to. Yeah, I am full of myself and I do think I have bigger potential than doing marketing gig for 5 years and then graduate to a quasi “manager” for the rest of my life. Gawd, the mere thought scares me.
Unfortunately, when laziness creeps upon me, I aspire to become a cabin crew, given I manage to lose the pesky 5 kilos – which I’m rather suspicious of the success rate. I harbour so many secret ambitions, that I can’t mention lest I turn scarlet and die of embarrassment.
If not for my hedonistic tendency, sigh…