Rantings By Yours Truly

You know, I kinda ran out of things to blog about. I don't go for outings anymore because finals are just around the corner and I wished I could die . Please bear with me and my rantings.

I wished someone would just take me away. The boyfriend said he's going somewhere near the beach tomorrow (or later) and now I'm dreaming of beaches. I love beaches. (Fuck I typed breaches instead of beaches - CR is taking its toll on me.) I love to be tanned. But I can't wear a bikini. FML.

I have been cursing and swearing so much these few weeks when every little single thing gets on my nerve. I can't find something, I swear. If it rains in the middle of the night or early in the morning while I'm still asleep; so heavy that I have to wake up and close the window, I curse. To cut things short, when something doesn't go my way, the magic words will be blurted automatically from my mouth.

(Ran out of ideas. Goes for a shower.)

(And comes back losing thousand and one strands of hair. Washing my hair is a nightmare to me now.)

I need to get rid all of that stress in me now but I think 'now' is not quite possibly the right time. An image of me grabbing loads and loads of shopping bags likewise Becky Bloomwood is running through my head. Urgh. ACCA is killing me.

(This post is so not in a logical flow.)

Oh did I mention that my finals are only held when the rest are on their semester break? This means my hostel kakis will not be around and I will be alone for a duration of one week plus. No teman, nobody to suffer eating canteen food with me, nobody to study with and nobody to talk to! FML x 2 ! Why is my life so pathetic?

Can somebody or anybody give me inspirations or motivate me? Enlighten me, please.

It's Time

It has finally arrived. They say good times always past fast. So fast until I'd never realised it was coming.

Barely half hour ago, I thought I could put on a straight face for him to see. In the end, I just couldn't.


I think I can't continue writing this.

Grey, Grey And.. Grey

The walls around me just crumbled. Sigh.

*SCREAMS*

I FEEL LIKE GOING UP TO MY LECTURER, SLAM MY ASSIGNMENTS IN FRONT OF HIM AND SAY:

"SIR, YOUR ASSIGNMENT SUCKS! I DON'T UNDERSTAND A SHIT ABOUT THE QUESTION THAT YOU GAVE US. I'M GONNA FREAKING TEMBAK EVERYTHING I KNOW AND YOU HAVE TO GIVE ME MARKS FOR IT BECAUSE YOUR ASSIGNMENTS SUCK SO MUCH! GODDAMMIT!"

But I can't. Because this stupid subject is assessed 100% based on assignments. I feel like pulling all my hair off.


No, I shouldn't do that. I should pull all of my lecturer's hair since he doesn't bother to comb them.

Screw you, assignments! You take off the time for me to watch my TVB series and sodomized me of my sleeping time! Irritating!

Suicidal Note

The "I wanna die" and "Can you kill me?" thoughts are coming back again. Why is that we work so hard for it, and then it doesn't work out as what we've expected? Life is shitty. Things never go my way. Being in Advanced Diploma is so much super-stressed than Diploma. Lecturers don't spoon-feed us anymore, they expect us to understand what they are talking about every single second and they throw you with super hell-loads of assignments. The first of our assignment's marks are like totally horrible!

Two more to go. One a group-based, the other individual; both due on Monday.

I'm super stressed right now. I have to finish my part for the group assignment, finish my individual assignment AND reconstruct the whole damn thing of the group assignment. All in just four days. So screwed.

Entering week 13, with barely two weeks for THE FINALS, I've yet to touch my books on English and.. Tax. God knows I hate Tax so much. And I have to brush up everything that I'd learn within this 13 weeks in two weeks. 13 weeks don't equal to 2 weeks, as the math theory goes. So screwed again. In my situation, all you can think of doing is to break into the examination room and steal the examination papers. Or better still, just burn the whole stack of question papers.

I feel like climbing up Mount Everest, scream my lungs out and then jump to my death.

The fact that Koo Kien Kiet and Tan Boon Heong lost their match yesterday makes me even more depress.

*LOUD LOUD SIGH*