Hello!

This blog is officially dead liao.

No where to shop?

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Please remind me never ever drink gassy drinks no matter how nice they are.

2 more days.

1 last weekend.

School is starting next week.

Silly Bebe was a little stressed this morning when he sense that something is not right because I didn’t laze around in bed. But then he found some hidden treats and totally ignore me.

I left the house later than I planned. The bus came late. I thought I would be late. The MRT seems to be moving so slow. But I managed to reach in time, 5 minutes earlier than planned actually.

QET was kinda easy but my essay wasn’t quite organised. I think my handwriting is so horrible.

Halfway through the test, I suddenly remember I hid a $50 note in my wallet for emergencies. I totally forgot about it until this morning.

Hohoho.

So I went shopping after QET.

I bought a top, a bag and a bed for Bebe.

I love shopping on weekdays afternoon because there is noooooooooo crowds and I can spend my own sweet time looking at things.

Then I came home to check my time table. It’s kinda spread out which means I need to be in school everyday for 2 to 4 hours. Monday, Wednesday and Fridays classes starts at 8:30am. Sianz lor! But the best thing is all my lessons end the latest at 2:30pm. Hohoho. And I might need to do electives.

The forgotten $50 made me a very happy girl today.

Tomorrow I will be going for QET. It starts at 9:30am.

I’ll probably leave at 7am because I need to be there early.

I’ll treat it as a trial run.

OMG.

I’m so worried about leaving Bebe alone at home for 8 hours straight.

Dang.

School unofficially starting his Wednesday.

I am sooooooo not looking forward because I need to be there before 9:15am.

But I’m looking forward to the shopping after QET.

Hehe.

I will just get a bag for school and pencil case hopefully.

Suddenly I miss reading. Maybe I’ll pop by the library and get some books.

I wonder will I have the time.

Mum allows Bebe to sleep on the bed because that silly boy waited at the door for her from 9:30pm to 11pm.

And…I didn’t even realised Bebe was sleeping beside me because he feels like another soft toy to me.

I think Mum loves him more than me now.

I know my blog is becoming pretty boring because everyone has been telling me it is boring all I blog about now is about Bebe.

But then again, this is my blog. I blog about what is significant to me.

I don’t have school so I cannot complain about boring lectures or horrible workloads or how tiring it is to travel from one end of the island to the other ulu end of the island.

I read from someone’s tagboard that driving from east to west is SO TIRING. I cannot imagine my life for the next 3 years. Maybe I should be friends with her make more friends so I can hitch a ride whenever I can. HAHAHA. Just kidding lah. You all don’t go spread the words hor! But who can I blame for not wanting to share a room with other people who is going to look after Bebe if I stay halls?

I’m not working anymore so no boring long hours, no idiotic phone calls and no more I don’t want to work to blog about.

I’m going out less often because I have no friends am so broke I want to accompany Bebe till school reopens.

Aiya, maybe I should blog about the coming QET test. Everyone says it’s chicken feet. I saw the paper from last year. It sucks because my mind is soooooooo blank. Writing 250-300 words in an hour is not hard compared to SAT which requires us to write 500 words in 20 minutes. I still wanna hit myself for getting 1 mark short to be exempted from QET.

I have not done my shopping for school!

6 days to QET.

8 days to Freshman welcome day.

11 days to the first day of school.

I think I’m pretty ready to study again.

That silly boy is waiting for Mum to come home. Everytime he heard the lift coming he will run to the door. Every time he heard footsteps he runs to the door with the tail up. When he knows it’s not Mum his tail drop down and walk away. When Mum finally comes home, he sits and wag his tail while waiting for her to open the door.

How sweet.

No wonder Mum loves him so much.

I WONDER IF HE IS THAT HAPPY WHENEVER I COMES HOME LOR.

Maybe I will know when school starts. Heh.