I dont understand why girls like to cut their own hair nowadays.

And so i followed and asked my mom to cut my fringe for me, cause i dont trust myself.

And it turns out i have a super short fringe which i regretted alot.

I asked my brother how i looked after he came back from uni.
This is his reply: "u just cut ur hair? u look so nerd."

I asked my friends to look at my disgusting hair.
B: "oh hahahahahahaa"
V: "muhahahahaaa, u look soo chinese now."

Randomly the next day while dinner, my mom said: "hmmm... u look more like a kid now with this hair style."
-__-" can someone shot me down please?

A nice bangs would look like this.

me with bangs = f.a.i.l.u.r.e

I look super weird now. I hate my hair. yucks. 

After two weeks of being sick, i spent the following two weeks out partying. It feels good to merrymake and drink with friends though, better than glueing my butt to the sofa and eyes set on the tee-vee screen.

Then Beer's birthday came along and it wouldnt be nice to reject him.

And so there goes my money.... Not forgetting about the incident where both my bro and I got locked outside the house in the middle of the night cause we left our keys inside. This locksmith lady then took $190 from us to open the lock in just 1 minute! Damn. Thats easy earning!

I saw 81 job advertisements looking for accountants in a day on Seek. 81 in a day! Accountants are still in demand and yet, what seems like million to me on the streets are jobless people who are qualified accountants. Needless to say, im one of them. Simply because i have no related experience. Every company is looking for experienced ones. On top of that, the economy has gone soo bad that australia has once AGAIN change their migration rules. The first priority goes to employer sponsored and second priority goes to those on Critical Skills List. Accountants are on CSL, but considered you have IELTS 7.

I understand that this is to help and protect locals themselves, but hey isnt that abit unfair now that they are making it so hard for migrants with the rules getting stricter day by day?

This position in Australia post might be taking me in but it has a contract and that is to work at least 1 year to 2, no paid leave, as well as not to leave the country during holidays esp during Christmas periods. Maybe i have to forget about this since my brother may be getting married this end year or beginning next year.

I have an interview next week as well for this accounting internship. But all are looking for permenent residences. This is what troubles me a.t.m.

See, even a kitten needs money! Prrrrrrffeow!

Oh, mom is coming. for t.h.r.e.e. m.o.n.t.h.s.

For sure one thing that will never change. That constant nonstop nagging voice of hers.

She will nag about how much money i have spent last month FOR SURE, how dirty my car will be, how untidy our garden looks like, how lazy am i blah blah blah.

No more parties. Yes mom, im a good girl.

Naggings get worse when women gets older. I dont wanna be old.

Oh, hello again Perth.

I havent been any better from my one week trip. In fact, it seems like a tedious week. Right from the day i took airasia midnight flight back, i couldnt sleep the whole night cause of the irritating hard chairs. Next, i had diarrhoea from food poisoning for 2 days till im so weak. And now, i had to carry the worst sore throat ever back to Perth.

So now im suffering from excessive phlegms, running nose like tap water and sometimes blocked nose, blocked ear, super bad sore throat and hence, i lost my voice. It has became so hoarsed that i have difficulty speaking out.

I have to cancel my volunteering at Curtin's Career Fair tomorrow. Damnit. It supposed to turn out all good. And i have to get my fingerprints done at the Police Federal the next day after, and attend the Big Career Exhibition. Thats my chance to talk to employers.

I cant wait for my doctor's appointment tomorrow. I need anti-biotics to fight strong. I need my voice back. I need to get a job.

damn recession periods. heard enough of sad stories.

bursting yayness!

A msg of "hey results r out...gd luck" woke me up. I drag myself to wash up and turn on my laptop.

Whats before my eyes made me scream with joy. I passed my summer school. YAYNESS. I have finally completed uni life. I have graduated! graduated! graduated!!

Im so happy that i felt like jumping around.

I went to meet my friend last night for her graduation ceremony. And cant believe soon it will be my turn to wear those gowns! But thats gonna be in Sept though.

I have booked air tickets to K.K and K.L to stay for one week and will be leaving tomorrow night.

I got to clean the house before my bro is coming back on the same day as im leaving. Drive down to uni again to buy my academic transcript, sell my text books, get a refund for my IELTS (provided they allow, curtin is such a money eater!!), get my documents certified and post my CA assessment before i leave. Finally to pack my one week luggage as well.

A super smiley day!

The feeling of finishing exams/ assignments/ anything to do with uni is super shiok!

But knowing now having to compete in the real industry in such a bad time - global recession, im a little worried.

Applying for PR is sending me headaches as well.

Random stuff during my exam preparation week: I do random stuff during exam periods, unexplanable.

Drinking mocha is nice. Highlighting makes my notes colourful. The sound of punching the calculator tells me im diligent. But a burnt lamb tells me im way emphasized on my revisions.

Thats my first time cooking a burnt lamb.

Once, i went to uni library early morning to study. So as i got off my car, this european guy passby and  randomly asked if my front car plate was my number. I said yes in blurrness. And he asked if he can take it down while fishing out his hp. Again, i said ya, as i was in hurry to start off my revision.

Then, i started to ponder and asked him back why does he need the number? Is that for lottery or some ticket?

What i get back from him is totally cheesy.

Him: "I said, is that front plate number your phone number?"
Me: (finally awake!) "Oooh haha! Noooooooooooo."

And i walked off. But he was still standing there and taking it down onto his phone. I really dont know why or whether if he is drunk. How can a car plate number be a phone number? Can anyone tell me!? Its not even long enough to be a phone number. Geez.

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Us rocking valentine's day off by clubbing.

Barcadi 151 shots. 3.2.1.down we go! Tequila's next.

Hahaaa this is totally random. He actually jump in and nicely fit in the whole frame. Nice one there, twinies.

Stop bullying girls..., Mr Q.

And im left being sober for the night, for the first time. hhahahaaa... Yayness, i finally pass the alcohol test!

Happy studying, u peeps!