i woke up unusually early today.

at like 12pm, albeit only catching my sleep at 5 in the morning.

the exam's screwing me real real bad.

mentally, physically, emotionally, biologically.

the mum's out once again.

she was out last weekend.

went on a holiday during my study week.

just doesnt give two hoots about the daughter having her final exams.

JUST.

i think i just made fisherman my best friend.

no, not citrus twist, he's called strong mint.

when i realised i ran out of it last night,

i nearly died while struggling to memorise 10 different IT concepts

out of 7 mother friggin' topics.

i was hooked on it (fisherman's friend) back in poly,

and now it's back to haunt me.

im not even addicted to smoking.

THIS is the real deal.

it must have been about a million years

since my last attempt to bake myself.

i am soooooo fair now.

oh, no, not fair.

YELLOW it is.

i look like i just walked out of a sepia picture.

thankyouverymuch.

like all other undergrads going through this disgusting yet crucial phase,

i cannot emphasise enuff on how badly i want to get this over and done with.

i've got a looooong to-do list to check.

one of which includes my short batam escapade! hee.

i dont know how to live through next week.

with a bad bad combi of investment and ime.

both of which i have little recollection of

from my short revision many many weeks back.

DIE, just DIE.

yours truly, moments ago. (no makeup, so obviously i look like shit. you know, poop?)