Frank Tate today, on one hand, was super unproductive. I basically did nothing, and managed to finish only one chapter of Accounting. So annoying. Super screwed. But anyhoos, on the other hand, today was such an eventful day. Teeheee:) My mugging darlings will know what I mean. Btw, thank you for my pearls and bubble tea stranger:)
*Mugging = hard-core studying
Yee Hooi. Mich. Shennie. Carmen
So anyway, in the midst of being bored of ourselves, Peak Sheng taught us this bimbotic chant that we now declare our female war-cry:) We saw it, loved it and memorised it in order to surprise Caitlin at dinner with our legally blonde-esque acting and chanting. Zomg. People at the restaurant stared, and Caitlin hid her face in embarassment, but whatever. Release stress okay. Being stupid is therapeutic.
After dinner, we went back to Frank Tate and did zero studying. We spent two and a half hours talking about..........men. Teeheee:)
"Oh my god, I think i need a manicure.
The sun, I swear, is burning up my gorgeous hair.
Two, four, six, eight,
What's the score? I don't care.
Go go go, fight fight fight.
Gee, I hope I look alright. "
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