not such a good start.

not such a good start.



i've got this pain on my neck and shoulders cause i get so tense when i am working on stuff and trust me, i've got an a-mount of stuff to work on.
i have so many projects due within the span of 3 les miserables days and most of them arent even remotely ready yet.
i've got a fucking B+ on that LV marketing report i worked so super duper hard on and i feel so upset and embarrassed cause i was expecting an A but i didnt get it cause life's a bitch screwed over XX-times.
i think my standard of english is deteriorating since bpghs and i dont believe in myself nor my flair of english anymore cause i've got a B (for bitch bang boy bong bastards bing ball) on my report and i couldnt churn a persuasive letter for writing class and i have mental blocks and mis-spellings and i wish the grammer nazi will just shoot me in the head or put me in the gas chamber so i wont get to think about anything anymore for ever and ever.
desperation is when i want to get exams and projects and school done, so i can enjoy my holidays and go look up adventures.
i want to go to switzi swtiz-switzerland after lousy poly and so i need to learn french and german and skiing now to prepare for it. and also, i need sponsors as in the moolah area. i heard there will be children of hoteliers aka future hoteliers slash heirs and heiresses studying at the schools i might go into, so i am dreading to meet filthy rich socialites cause i havent got hermes to flaunt. then again, it might just be a golden ticket into a (fill in the blank with the most extravagant luxury good). materialism is so. love-hate.

pissed to read the clutter? you only got a crumple of what i feel now.

okay, i am feeling a tad better now cause my group member ang weilun just cleared one of the project's preliminary approval just by himself and i dont need to worry about it! wheee! actually i havent got a fucking clue what to do also.








ta-ta.

xoxo.