un-happy
I have to admit this. I'm feeling unhappy these days.
Not depressed or anything. Just a lil' under the weather, I suppose.
After two horrendous interviews, I doubt I'll get neither one - OITP and CTV. You can say life has been cruel to me lately. I failed for the first time since Writcomm's grammer test for Media Management UFS test. It's unbelievable. I made the most minor careless mistakes and yeah, screw the paper. Screw everything. I'm feelin so uninspired, unmotivated and yes, unhappy. Maybe it's the time of the month or whatever.
Eugene's birthday today and he was stuck with us for adcamp. Poor guy, I was feeling abit insane after trying hard to compose lyrics and tune for our Toblerone jingle. It's mad. I just felt like screaming my heart out and go home and sleep or something. I didn't wanna look at anything triangular or anything Toblerone related. However, I was craving for chocolates. I'm claimed to be depressed to con someone for chocolates... but, heck it didn't work. Bummer.
Van's bro is back in the hospital. Hope he's well, he's so young and adorable... hmmm. Not realyl in the mood to blog. Maybe I should remove the huge DONATE thingy... since I doubt I'll need it... oohhh, but I could use some extra cash. LOL. Kidding.
Ingenue
Thursday, March 6
Tuesday, March 4
OITP Fund-Raising for ME
Cash is running low. This lovely girl (that's me) is wishing for donations so that she could fund herself for OITP in the up-coming May/June (IF only she gets it... or else the $$$ will go to her notebook fund instead)... so lovelies, be kind and
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Thanks to all who are generous! Now, pray pray ger interview goes well. HEHE.
busy bees, not busy bodies
PQS test tomolo. HECK CARE.
OITP Interview. Hmmm.
CTV interview. Hmmm.
YEAH. Me gonna get a haircut tomolo. YES, again. Let's hope this "James" guy is skillfull enough not to destroy my already "disastrous" hair. Hmm... Okay, I'm really busy. Dunno why. There are alot of things going on and deadlines for this and that. Just need to get my mind straight. Everything is so rojak. Ugh. Disorganised. Can't stand it. BYE.

