abbrevation for fuck, death and a whole lot
of other messed up things.
hello. i totally blanked out in the last fma tutorial and my mind was whirring about how the ica would be in the end.
expected, i was totally thrown off balance cause i somehow mysteriously got a seat in the front and dragon law was starring occasionally and the light was too strong and the aircon too cold and the people beside me were writing too fast. point was i did shit and let's just say, i hope i do pass.
as for iccs, i thought it was good until miss gan told us the class were somehow illustrating on a "superficial level". then it came tumbling down on how little we linked it to the lectures (though we did already) and the other two groups who havent presented should edit theirs if they are smart enough. no A i suppose.
alas, this past week has been viciously energy-sucking. i havent been thinking about myself and how i want and can have fun and i wont even start on how my social life is being sacrificed for my academic excellence, or lack thereof. why did i start on a bad note and now getting a good gpa seems to be so hard cause i need to be on my toes every second uh! i want to go out and make new friends and be happy.
i saw a guy on the train, decked in brands from head to toe. armani shades, gucci murse (man purse), ralph lauren polo, lacoste sweater vest, dunhill belt and valentino pants. shoes unknown, but leather and elegantly-shaped. speechlessss.
oh oh oh how sad and random this post is. i need to go dancing in the hols and i need to make new friends and have new flings. also, i need someone to put me up at their house for free cause the traffic has been shit-bad and going all the way back seems to have its toil on me now. why do i have such a p-athetic life. i dont know. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
consolation from the (desire to be) consoled.
p.s peipei-kins. dont be upset aight? we'll sort it out! anyway we can.
quote from "How to Walk in High Heels" : Katherine Hepburn said, "If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men, for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married".
think about it.
xoxo.
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