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Tuesday, February 9, 2010
@ 4:27 AM

i'm having the worst jet lag since i was 12.
and that was when i went to europe.
it's like 4.27 am?! goshh it's not just insomnia now, issit.

anyways, the whole trip went ok.
i would have said rather well but my dad got struck by the mean english flue viruses and had a terrible, terrible fever.
even then, i was surprised he was so eager on going out to oxford street to SHOP.
ahh sighs.
i might get really angry with him at times (or most of the times) but i really do wish he would take care of himself more.

so the interviews were fine. hopefully.
cept, those hags at kings' totally pissed me off after like 15sec in the room.
and i was soo cursing under my breath.
when i finished elaborating on the case study, i swear he wanted to pick put loop-holes in my argument and try to smirk at me more but too bad he didn't find any.
hah you hag!
and then he resorted to the most pathetic interrogation ever;

hag: so, does that mean you always have to be ill to be a patient of a certain doctor?
me thinking: no you hag. actually, i think you have an affair with your doctor!

like sheesh?!
anyways, i dare say it went well. rawr >_<

moving on, i shopped alot. at the expense of my dad's pocket, i have to shamefully accept but he totally spurred me on!
i was like trying to resist all the temptations and he was like, go ahead buy them! they are sooo cheap here?!

haha
he WAS true though.
branded stuff are way cheaper there than in sg.
so i ended up buying 2 pairs of shoes and lots more clothes.
ahh

and i know someone might be thinking that i'm a total spoilt brat.
sighs.
it's just my misfortune that i care soo bloody much about what you think of me that i harp on these small, meaningless issues.

like, just because you left me a random msg of "can i see it" when i was away, i just had to go all the way to interrupt your very important conversation and ask you what was it that you wanted to see?!
yeayea, i'm crazy, but that's just me.
i've always been like this around you!
and it was kinda mean of me to get pissed so fast.
i'm sorry D:

anyways,
i'm currently sorting out certain things in my life.
job for once, and maybe an internship and finding a guitar tutor. haha
i really don't wanna be musically challenged my whole life XD
filled out these long boring applications a few hours ago.
sent them out.
now waiting for responses.
i've kinda gotten one fixed already but i'm hoping for sth that is more interesting.
well, let's see (:

it's like the waiting months for me.
been waiting for so many things lately.
one more thing just got added to the list; UCAS track responses.
now that all the interviews are over, all i can do is check for any changes in the track.
sheesh D:
come soon! if any of you all are even coming! hehe

changed my blogskin back to hyunjoong again.
i figured sticking to him is the best thing right now O_o

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