I am so freaking tired. I am dead tired. I have carelessly spent RM100 today—when the fact that I have collecting all those money to buy the FT Island’s concert DVD for so long—and I am moneyless for the rest of the week. I listened to music all throughout Media class, I didn’t write a single note about chapter four. I don't know what the hell the lecturer was talking about from nine to eleven. Mid-term examination got postponed until next week so there will be a little more time me for me to force my self to really revise my notes. Went to almost every shop in Times Square with my dearest friend who is also my course-mate. I got home at five and my foot hurts like hell. I haven’t sorted my things—they are cluttering my bed. My dad is likely to hate the new blazer I bought whereas my mom loves it. Fortunately, they both say my new gladiator sandal is awesome. Even me myself think that my gladiator sandal is freaking awesome. I need to save up to buy a leather jacket—just because I am awesome like that. I developed this crazy obsession with studs starting off today. By the way, there will be pictures, maybe tomorrow. I am too tired to even take pictures. Two of my ten precious fingers are wounded—wrapped in uncomfortable brown bandage. My nephews followed my mom home—they are bothering every single space I have. One of them even dance to 사랑사랑사랑 (Love, Love, Love) and I am not even entertained by that (oh, what a surprise). I am so tired; I don’t even know I should do next except to sleep. I really need to sleep so freaking much, I would start to hallucinate if I continue to stay awake.
Oh awesome, I managed to conclude my whole day in one messy and super-long (this reminded me of the paragraph I wrote for Journalism’ first class) paragraph. I should never do this again. My Journalism’s lecturer will so freaking proud of me.
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