5 more agonising days

So basically, by the looks of the title you can tell that this is about SPM. Just a tiny update and venting space as per usual. I feel like with all these long breaks I've been given a large amount of time to prep for the next horrendous catastrophe of a paper but I choose to use that time for loading myself up with many sweets and a good load of Nestum and IKO cookies. I've also grown very fond of the palazzo pants Vanessa's mom handed down to me. It's extremely comfy but I just wish it was a tad bit cinched at the waist because it's pretty loose. During this period my mind is literally just filled with the thought of my career in fashion and if it will actually happen. I keep thinking of the horrible incident at which it doesn't happen. What then? I can't afford to dip my toes in the water to see if the water's too cold. I have to jump straight in. I hope I get the chance to get a fashion internship alongside a local designer or even an online magazine. I just wanna do fashion. I want to sit at a fashion show and watch it, and run around during KLFW taking pictures of pieces that I like as they float down the runway. (This is getting uber cliche) I just want to do that for as long as I'm capable but the thing is, will it bring cash? I still intend to feed myself. As much as the hippie, living out of a van life is cool and all, I plan to have 3 girls who will be perfect from every aspect imaginable. Though I still can't imagine myself married, I like to think myself capable of raising adequate and absolutely immaculate human beings. Getting back to the subject matter, i really hope I achieve what I strive for and I hope hard work is enough to get me where I want to go and i really really hope my determination kicks in. Seriously. I want this so bad. Like so bad.

Jane.

Want bags, need shoes

So instead of studying I went on to mooch around on Charles & Keith's website. Found these few jewels I touched at the store the other day and I they're on sale at the moment but even then I cannot afford any. Sadly we can't all have what we want now can we. Among all the hatbox bag is killer, so are the striped wedges (which make your legs look 10 times longer!). Gah I really have to stop this madness.

Jane.

Laundry anxious

Besides the normal blanking out and stretching vigorously during this examination period I've gotten accustomed to the environment of the cold and silent hall (apart from the occasional coughs and sneezes or whispers from the very mysterious invigilators). 4 out of 10 done and I want this to end as quickly as possible but it feels like I'm waiting for my laundry to be done in the wash ( I hate laundry and I can't be still till it's out of the machine and drying in the laundry room, I'm sure you know how I feel... maybe not... whatever). Though with all that is happening I can't help but anticipate the future. It's a pure excitement for this to end. Literally. I feel like I'm counting down to my birthday (which I am). Well other than my birthday I very much want to start more fashion posts on this here space or maybe start a new space. Who knows? But I should be working along the lines of that, hopefully this plays out accordingly.