The stupid host decide to die on me when I almost finish typing my entry, wth.
To make things short, I’ve got tons of crazy assignments waiting for me.
And I am so damn stress about it, omg, I don’t think I could take the pressure any longer.
Assignments can kill people like me. I wanna rest and stop thinking bout the blardy assignments every second. Going to shopping doesn’t help at all, celaka.

Just to take a break, I went to this new cafe just across the street of my college.
It is call Concept Cafe or something that sounds like this.

I know I look messy here, so stop looking already.

Their very cute black wall which you can draw on it, but remember to bring your own pen because they provide none.

The seatings..

The price for the foods are quite reasonable and their mushroom toast is to die for (to me at least). Nice place for a little chit chating.

The next day, which means Saturday, my friends and I went to OneUtama for shopping.
We actually plan to go to MidValley but I don’t know what is going on that day.
Damn traffic jam every where, and I really mean everywhere. We sit in the car for more than three hours just to reach our destination. Oh ya, before that, I have a little hair cut.
I’ll show at the end of the post, and I think I look weird (retarded).
We have our lunch at the News Cafe. I am lazy to post bout the foods now.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll edit and post it if I have the mood.

Presenting you my oi leng but not leng look. It looks even more retarded in real life because I pick the best picture, damn it. My stylist want me to be more cool and cut my fringe that looks like bitten by a dog. I want to look pretty not cool lah, duh.

Some chun things for you guys, but I actually advise you not to see it lah.
Don’t scroll down, I am not going to be responsible.
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Why are you not listening to me? Really, don’t scroll anymore.

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Why still scrolling?

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Told you not to scroll.