IB. Fuck you very much.

I've wasted my weekends away. Neither did I study nor project.

Instead, Marina Square for Saturday.

And for Sunday, met the crazy bunch for dinner at Lau Pa Sat and then drop by Clarke Quay to meet the Clarke Quay boys till midnight. My blog's timing kinda screwed. 3 hours earlier that is. So don't mind that please.

Ash asked me to be a flight stewardess upon graduation. With my complexion like this, fat hope.

International Business report now. Ass.