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fuck

I HATE SCHOOL:
- for making me age
- for causing lack of sleep
- for damn a lot of stress
- for resulting grumpiness
- for all the bloody suffering when i am PAYING for education

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
DAMMIT

princess

even though it is transient, i love my pseudo crown.

“I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd
You’re gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud
It’s my life It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive”

a new level of something

it reaches a point that i cant be bothered to get angry. i do get murderous tendencies once in a while but being angry at stupid people just takes up time which i dont have.

a good friend told me that if i stick through and survive the crazy amount of stress in my undergraduate years, i’d probably sail through work/career stress in future. – fingers crossed-

since do or die also must do, might as well not think so much and just do right? honestly, my 26k and 4 years of youth (but probably 10 years’ worth of stress) better be worth it.

utter denial

this is not week 10 going on week 11.
i do not have gazillion reports to write and presentations to prepare.
i have time to do random, non-progressive things.
i have time to party.
i am still going to do well in exams.

p.s. st james rock. bizcom people are mad. jacq is going to die and she totally deserves it.

Angel

at the back of my mind, i want to say that bad things happen to good people. but the both of us came to a consensus that things happen. things we would never foresee ourselves doing. things which result in consequences we may never be prepared to face.

he called me an explorer. i told him i am a walking contradiction.

random encounters

a damn happs US borned-Czech parentage babe who works in the embassy. and her producer husband. a pretty cute (and sweet!) Bulgarian who hasnt been sleeping for five days despite the large amount of booze in his system. a Brit tv writer who introduced me to the above three.

sometimes i venture way out of my comfort zone and put myself in situations totally unnecessary for general well-being. yet strangers can show/teach you more than people in life ever could. sure, i may probably never meet them in life again. sure, random encounters can be scary. but they are also truly special.

my drug

BSG is damn painful to watch but terribly addictive and fun. why cant my gazillion assignments and projects be that as well?

fuck.

w

what do you call the state of being that you have so much to say yet the words completely escapes?

to mr thia

for his amazing ability to make me laugh even as i am facing doom for my finals in 7 hours.

“what is the length of the paper?”
“2.5 hrs. i was gonna say standard a4 size? but then i thought u’ll kill me.”

and for his strange but somewhat quite adorable 15 try-to-break-password-but-failed attempts to read two entries back!