I have so much fucking work to do but I can't concentrate till I blog.

I'm feeling abit down because I have no idea what needs to be done for Media Research and I am begging Syed to take the time to explain it to me later. Ohmygod, why did I miss that part in the brief for Media Management that says that we need to make a print or radio ad? MORE STRESS.

I'm also starting to get a little phobic of coming home late at night after that fucker at the bus stop tried to force himself on me (long story and I'm tired, message me personally if you want details).

"Your boyfriend won't know."
"Yes, but I will," I retorted.

After reading about that Clementi Monster (so close to school some more), I'm starting to think men in general are not to be trusted.

Am running out of my one vice. Can't type much because I know relatives may be reading this.

Oh yes, mummy has just announced the wedding is set for June 10. I had hoped it would be sooner but nevermind, March 31 would have been a bit of a rush anyway. We're having it at the Singapore Swimming Club because my mum fell in love with the ballroom there. It's going to cost $50 per head and she says I'm not allowed to bring my friends (something I'm going to actively petition against once I have the time). We're going to get bridesmaid dresses! And the men are going to wear suits. SO ANG MOH RIGHT. Whee, can't wait.

I miss my friends. Maria, you poo. No call, no club, no message. I ARE SAD.

Oh, the boyfriend just messaged saying he loves me. All is well. For now.
Yes, I'm easy to please like that.