Short fused

I'm crazily in love with Agnes B, yet too broke to buy anything from their atas-looking outlets.

This will be a reward to myself if I do well for my upcoming exam. :) Ah, I feel much better.

And it's Week 12, a scary week to contemplate over, simply because it's only 3 weeks to my first paper, and 4 weeks til the end of the exams. Bearing in mind that anything can happen during these crucial weeks, I laid down the iron rule of not sleeping past midnight unless I really have to, simply because my body is protesting fervently against this practice. Apart from my deteriorating complexion and darkening eyebags, my voice is also cracking under those sleepless nights. Then Mr. Gui's were-panda myth will really materialize.

And it's going to be yet another testing period for us, when short fuses tend to burn out much quicker and frustrations manifest in the form of hot tempers. But I'll still need you by my side, like I will be, to dispense those hugs and kisses and everything nice when I'm on the verge of spiralling downwards. I miss you, and will do so every time we say goodbye.