#70: My knees are crawling.

I could really use this right now to encounter my stress level. Caramel Macchiato ♥ Baahh, and I can’t wait to put my hands on my new White BlackBerry, faster faster Madre! :)

As the semester moving forward towards the end, everything seems to be so hard; burdening and tiring. Sombre vibe is beginning to cluster the wonderfully rainbow coloured life. Experimenting almost everything last minute is just utterly tiring. Maybe, my annoying idiosyncrasy of doing everything last minute should be lessen by now. Second semester Finals is coming really soon and this will determine how I perform during my first year of degree, this will also determine whether I could still lay my hands on the JPA Scholarship, this will also determine whether it’s a green or red light for me to ace an Oil & Gas Private Companies Scholarships (which was a major disappointment in my life when I did not get one during the last semester). Pressure is beginning to arise in the humid air of this ever busy plastic city.

I have an Ethnicity Relations Presentation to be presented on this 31^st, also the due date for my Mineralogy Journal Assignment. Of course, my English Presentation Skills second project; which currently the only thing that made me paint my face with jovial moods because I am done with the slide shows, video searching and also the script! Whoopiideedoodeee! Btw, I am going to present on Love Hormones. Ironic, for someone who hates Biology, LOL! Other than that, I have an Informative Skills assignment, which God knows when it shall be handed in. And please, it is the most ridiculous subject ever in the entire history of life. The concept of Modulus Young (which was once my most hated chapter in Physics) amazes me more right now compared to the goddamn Informative Skills topic. Ohh did I tell? I will be having a Physics Test this early April, okay die. No, but seriously, I came down to a conclusion where the real deal of me swimming in an ocean of stress is just basically because my Geostatistics lecturer has changed. I shall not state the name and the reason why I am going through a major dilemma with the change. This is seriously harder than choosing between a nude coloured shirt or a mustard coloured shirt. Plus, the ridiculous and sudden payment for Geostatistics that costs me more than a 100 bucks just gave me the right tick to rage and develop even more of these ever horrible pimples. Life.

I may not write as much anymore. Sorry, if you do not get why, but please read again what I just wrote above. Anyways, I can’t wait for my residential college annual dinner. Grand Dorsett Subang serves really good food, they are amazingly scrumptious, well, I hope so they still are (because that is what I remembered during my senior year Prom Night there). Okay, no high expectations though.

Okay folks, I should really move to something more jovial like the 12^th College Annual Dinner.

Loves, xx

Listening to: 1983 by Neon Trees.