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0930: It's going to be a GOOD day, what with me still feeling distinctly cheerful from the weekend. Tired, but cheerful.

0940: I'm bored. Is there really nothing to do?

1020: This is literally why you don't ask a media student to handle accounts and numbers. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING NOTHING MAKES SENSE AND THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME.

1025: H E L P.

1215: So this guy walks in and asks for a slip, and me being me I obviously don't know what or where it is, leading to snark from him: "Wah, your own table you also don't know huh?" CAN I DIE NOW PLEASE CAN THE EARTH JUST SWALLOW ME UP OR SOMETHING

1340: Told Kat that I felt really bad for not being able to understand accounts and shit (literally everything looks the same to me) and she just smiled and said it's okay, it's expected from a media student and anyway it's not like they have a lot of work to assign to me. SHE'S SUCH AN AUNTIE BUT SHE'S SO NICE *cries*

1418: This laptop is so old and laggy that YouTube can't even play the music properly ahaha, the audio's all chopped up.

1436: Listening to and reading through lists of 90s one-hit wonders ahhh the memories of walking into shops (especially in JB, my parents used to bring me pretty often after school was done for the day) and hearing these songs being played by the "cool" older kids. Never knew what the song titles were till now!

1520: Both Kat and my aunt are so busy but I'm just sitting here doing nothing and having to pretend to be busy by frowning at my laptop screen and pretending to be concentrating on something when all I'm doing is reading up on more conspiracy theories and other types of stories. I hate feeling useless, I really do.

1546: Ah, the glamour of office life - folding paper boxes simply because there isn't anything to do at all and you're bored out of your mind.

1610: This won't do. Either I get some music in me or I'm not gonna last another half an hour.

1614: Fuck the intro's looking sexy so far.

No, I'm not talking about the picture.

1633: Folding paper boxes is exactly the same as arts and crafts, something which I have neither the patience nor talent for.

1635: Movies which I fully intend to watch once they're released in cinemas:





1730: Have to stop thinking too much, or at least turn the music up because my thoughts are getting too loud for me to just sit still, and I don't want to listen to them just right now because I was already so anxious the last time and they're not gonna help with the silence. 

1746: Headache gahhh. But it shouldn't be caffeine-induced because I had coffee this morning, though the bottle I bought during lunch is kind of still sitting on my desk.

1748: Oh my god just because my mum called to ask if I'll be home for dinner later, my aunt keeps asking if I'm going to Bugis to eat, why do we always eat at Bugis, what's so good about Bugis... I DON'T ALWAYS EAT AT BUGIS, AND JUST COS I LIKE TO HANG THERE DOESN'T MEAN I GO THERE ALL THE FUCKING TIME LIKE I DO ACTUALLY GO OTHER PLACES OKAY there just had to get that off my chest.

1752: EIGHT MINUTES TO GO. EIGHT MINUTES TO FREEDOM AND SLEEP.

1757: Everyone's packing up. Time to go!

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