Precelia=)
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NINEteen going on TWENTY.
September 16, My Day.
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Celia Lee
Using mummy's lappy she borrowed from her friend cause for some lame reason the portable USB looking broadband is super fast in this lappy, thou shan't venture out to uncover the mysteries of the broadband Anyways, been outta touch with the internetty world for a few days =( you can say i was "busy" working my ass off. Tomorrow's my First Official day working at Raffles JB. wish me luck people. Anyways, i finally went down to the nutrition school and the same minah fuckface who failed to do her receptionist job over the phone was there. God damn annoying, she didnt even know where the brochures and stuff were when i enquired for them, gave my name and number AGAIN because she was wasting my time. -_______- i guess it's "god's" calling for me not to take nutrition psychology here i come, again. today the toilet light fused out, =( celia decided to shower with the door open cause no one was home, and i blasted the radio like how i would on normal days. =) it reminded me of the school holidays and block revision we had in sec 5 when i'd be home at odd hours cause i have no school and the radio'd be blasting away when i study. haiz, so yes. back to story. i was showing when suddenly some "careear" advertisement came on. leading me to a website and i DID check it out. Fuck usefull. it told me about dieticians and other health courses and it's requirements, what i'll need to study and stuff. so clever celia's going to mail the people to find out personally whether there are any credited schools/ institutes offering nutrition instead of searching aimlessly over the net which, i think at times SO do not help.
i really need to get back on my feet, i know i keep saying that. but you know me. the avid procrastinator. Hurhur
anyways, i needa get busy. i needa be so busy i can't think. i dont wanna think because then i'd be okay. i think too much and therefore i must be busy so i shall be busy not to think. and thinking will not make me busy.
i'm going to open a new bank account too, needa actually start saving, celia's going to get her drivers licence after my birthday. watch out world, the world's worst driver's going to take over. WEEE And maybe change jobs, but my heart hurts to leave somethin i now know so well, but that's what life is isnt it? Adapting to changes?
Anyways, bought a new battery for my phone so i guess i wont be experiencing "power failures" anymore.
like when i met smelly for dinner after work. Ang Mo Kio, and i was about to tell him to leave, and not surprising, my phone died. oh, let me clarify, BOTH phone died. but miraculously, it came back to life and i managed to send a text before it died again. Thanks smelly, for eating dinner with me and making me laugh with your hilarious animated stories. * punches smelly* took the last bus home with my oh-so-full satisfied tummy and died on the bed.
At least i was able to take my mind off things for a while. Me and my impulsive shopping habits. i just bought new stuff, online and at the shop. GAAAAA. i gotta stop retail-ing just because i'm a retail assistant.