Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Friday, September 11, 2009

Battle the battle.

For the superficial sake of killing time, I am actually trying to get down to brief writing. Why the need for that? Well, I am sure we all know that TP's website can irritate the faeces out of us at crucial moments such as CHECKING OF RESULTS.

Since I am not particularly a TP-activities-oriented student, I didn't register for the text service, or whatever you would love to call.
Hence, the agony of waiting.

I'll just let it be a test of my very limited patience. Let's see how far it can actually stretch. Besides, it's not as though throwing my tantrums would make the system run any faster. My patience has just clocked two whole hours and I am proud to announce its continuance.


Acceding to Sally's humble request, I'll make this a long post. Hahaha.

Long..

Loong..

Looong..


Loooong..

Looooong..

Loooooong..

Looooooong..

Loooooooong..

Looooooooong..

Loooooooooong..

Pretty satisfying, no? What's definitely a notch more gratifying was the apple strudel I had. It will be a pity should I finish the whole piece all at once. So I kept the other half in the refrigerator and I shall savour every bit of it. But in honest frank truth, no strudel beats Ritz's.

Anyways, if you happened to swing by Anne's blog, you would know I was out shopping with her. Chew Anne Marie, I didn't buy many things, mind you. I have so so so sooo so so so so many things I want to buy, me thinks. Sure there are, but I can't find them! How upsetting.

Long enough, right?
So off I go :D

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