update!

my ipd blog has more current posts than this one does, homg. -.-

hello blog, sorry for abandoning you for months. not like anyone reads this anyway, does anyone ever do? haha i'd be surprised if anyone still does, since i don't do up my blog nicely, i don't link it to fb so nobody ever knows if i update (or not at all), and i don't know who'd be interested in what i say. hehh. :p i guess this is just my outlet for rants, and what i'm going through at the time of posting.

so let's see,

second sem started about 6 weeks ago and i'm already deflated like a 10 week old balloon. it's not easy, this journalism stuff, but i guess what's keeping me going is that i'm going to be doing this for life, so i might as well try to get my Distinctions (high distinctions? blehh) while i'm at it. didn't do that well for the first semester, nor did i do horridly, but my current gpa is pretty low, makes me want to jump off a building. maybe this assignment based nonsense isn't that good for me after all. hmmm. we'll see.

been through a turbulent winter break (it was aussie's winter break, hence the one month in june-july), had my ups and downs. sent a friend off to the continent of america, will be sending off another best friend next monday. sob! okay, the sob was an understatement. this is rachel ho wye fern we're talking about. my rbs roommate, my laughmate, crymate, eatmate, talkmate, hugmate, textmate, whatevermate. she's off to uk for three years, so there goes my 15 minute drive to her house to pick her up whenever i want, texting her at any time at all to send a smiley, hug or kiss. oh well, whatsapp better be good to me, so i can do all that messaging without a hitch.

i'm going to cry when she leaves. yes, my face is going to go all red, my eyes too, then tears are going to spill over, my nose will start to run, and i'll be sobbing like there was no tomorrow. goodbyes are so hard, was already in tears when i hugged her goodbye yesterday after our morning/afternoon together.

i love you dearie, and i'll surely miss you. :'(

the thought of going to campus tomorrow to do an essay doesn't help. grrr the workload, seriously. doing work on a weekend in school, not fun.

the script's 'for the first time' is in my head. mmmm.