Cheryl Ho's Blog; the art of conversation

On A Love Story

The spaces between your fingers were created so that another’s could fill them in.

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Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I’ll be waiting all there’s left to do is run
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess
It’s a love story baby just, yes..

त्वां कामयामि. 

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Why, yes. Helloo =)

(i realized my photos are half faced photos lately, but dont ask me why)

I went to college yesterday for registration purposes after 3 months of not stepping foot into it. No doubt I enjoyed my 3 months holiday like helllllll, but it is not doing me much good especially when college is resuming.

After slacking and enjoying and partying for 3 months, I cannot describe how frightening is the fact that I have to begin college once again. I’m just soooo lazy to start classes, and to wake up early in the morning everyday again.

I even complained like a 5 year old to Jitz of how I don’t wanna go college. And I’ll purposely set wrong timing on my alarm clock. And things like I’ll purposely wake up late. Or act like I’m not feeling well, fever or stomach ache.

Sigh.

But I managed to drag myself out of bed yesterday. Though my alarm clock and morning call did not literally manage to wake me up instantly, but at least I wasn’t thaaat late. Heh
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Here’s a short story for me to bitch about before I end this. Okay, the story is like this.

I’ve never experienced such a shitty registration process ever in my life. And I don’t think I’ve ever lined up for something for as long as 8 hours in my entire life so far.

To register myself in my first year degree course yesterday, I lined up since 9:30am. The queue was frik’n long. And the worse part, the queue wasn’t even moving. It took averagely about 1 hour for the queue to move up by 1 person.

Imagine that.

After a few hours, when I was quarterly-near the counter already, then only had I realize that the counter was closed, and there was no person in charge at the queue that  I was lining up at.

They shut the counter and didn’t even bother to inform us that they moved the queue to another counter. So me and the others who were at the same row queuing up, were queuing for nothing. For shits.

Fine. So I queued up all over again from the back. This time, I made sure the counter was open and it’s the correct queue. Cut the story short, when it was my turn next, the person in charge decided to go off for lunch break. Grrrrrrrrrrrr -.-

Fine. They were there since morning also. I understand if they’re tired. Fair enough. I went for lunch as well. After lunch, I queued up again. And finally in the end, I only got registered at 5:30pm.

8 FRIK’N HOURS.

How epic is that. You tell me.

I think yesterday was a good training for my patience meter, although I think I’ve exploded it for a few times already. Hahah.

I need to be more patient lah. And control my mood swings. This is very bad. I need someone to slap me out of this. lol.

Okay I’m signing off.

Laters.
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p/s: I’m going to tell mom today! If I can manage to find the right time lah. Heh. :)
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Yours truly,
Cheryl, it’s a love story baby just say yes