I think I should starve myself every Monday. Because at 12pm, every single foodcourt is filled with people. There is no tables available, and the Q is like freaking long. Not to mention I feel damn sleepy during the after-lunch lectures :S Full stomach + aircon = sleeping pill.

Life's pretty normal now I guess. Projects are piling up and deadlines are being set. I hope I can start getting the hardworking "drive" I used to have during the O level period. Things are so much different in poly. Everything is DIY, and no specific instructions are given. SP is so fooking huge and I have to climb up a bloody hill everyday. Which is good... My cellulite is slowly disappearing and I'm gonna have toned legs by the end of the semester. Yeyz.

Can't wait for french this Wednesday! :)

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Sometimes I wonder what I'll do if I weren't in media and comm. When I was in kindergarden I wanted to be a nurse, in primary school a lawyer, and in secondary school... I didn't know what I wanted to be anymore. Ok la.. I secretly wanted to be a politician/plastic surgeon, but your dreams sort of shatter when you're in a neighbourhood school with poor grades. Now that I'm in a course that is so far off from whatever different ambition I have ever wanted, it feels... weird. I often fear of what job I will get after finishing my studies. I don't want to be someone who hates her job and is lowly paid. All I know is I wanna be some high rank woman wearing powersuits, bossing people around, attending parties/events and driving a BMW convertible. Shallow but that's my dream. For now I'll just have to slap myself and wakeup because things are not so easily achieved.

I think I'm sort of glad I didn't pick international back to top?