Grade inflation.
Right shift of bell curve.
Cartel and insider trading for BOSS.
Price war like atmosphere when it comes to internships and exchange programs.
I’m too lousy an econs student to attempt the entire explanation (biao, you want to try your hand at that?) Cutthroat? Practically vultures/vampires. My fellow undergraduates take “kill the competition” to a whole new level.
Win-win indeed, as long as one wins more. At any cost.
I’ve been such a bitch about today BUT you all make me feel special 
Will consolidate my thanks in a later entry. It’s back to churning reports for now.
Weird but totally cute
[edited]
jacq*\is dying says: what u dying of??
d0t. says: bsm , deriv hw, strat report
jacq*\is dying says: yay!!!! u have gun?? we can die tgt!!!
d0t. says: no need gun lar just swallow glue!
jacq*\is dying says: u help me do my report can??
d0t. says: u pay me many money
d0t. says: i don’t know what to write i do what weeport
jacq*\is dying says: hahahs.. is that supposed to make sense??
d0t. says: sucks chickens.
jacq*\is dying: sucks dogs
Some friends, you have life-altering conversations with. With them, you examine facts, you question life, you share hopes and dreams, and sometimes you cry.
Other friends, you talk frivolously with, hours on ends. Uttering one more meaningless sentence, articulating another pointless thought. Wasting lives away, so to speak. But as I go through the drudgeries, I realise how much I treasure the latter too. For they provide me with little sparks, insufficiently to completely cheer yet just enough to make me smile at my monitor screen and decide to hang in there.
which is why i so adore mosey and miss cong.
At the end of the day, everyone is just trying to propagate their own agendas. Why did I believe that man is born innately kind?
I will attempt not to fail exams. Even if it kills me. Which is horribly inviting right now.
I have a weird affinity with slimes and witches.
This.is.bad.karma.
FUCK.
Everyone wants a piece of me.
Can you all please please please let me turn 22 as one whole being first?
the post is somewhat for my dearest spouse and my current scandal.
Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. Even after that fateful incident, I thought she had some ability and while I didnt identify with the methods, I supposed I had to give credit when one was deserving. How wrong I was.
She epitomised a small person with a big title (somewhat big anyway). Is it even so much of a power ride? To bully and cause inferiority complex in people who had no chance to fight back or let themselves be heard? Does the ends justify the means? WAIT, does the end of other people justify her means?
Respect has to be earned. Not bought. But then, I can think of one way she could be absolutely functional. Should we ever get into a war situation, she ought to be planted in the opposition camps. Three months later, I’m sure at least half of those forced to be in her influence would attempt suicide.
I pity those who have to cater to her whims and fancies because they had been put in the unfortunate situation. And I despise those who choose to be in her presense again, after knowing what a sad excuse of a human being she is.
It’s strange how we allow the irrelevant things, stupid people, minute incidents affect. When we are all aware of that there is a larger scheme of things, a bigger world out there for us to discover.
But it is often that these irrelevant things, stupid people and minute incidents which add up to crush our spirits. Making us not ourselves anymore.
Silly aint it? Living blows.
Jacq has a sad life. She needs to figure out how she’s going to finish 3 reports in 8 hours. Then again, anyone who knows her knows that she procrastinates too much and asks for it.
Jacq hates week 13, 12, 11, 10…. In essence, she hates school. She feels that she is wasting 23thousand of her parents’ money. That’s provided if her parents decide not to make her pay back or else she is wasting her own money. SMART.
Jacq dreads turning a year older officially. Because this year is not turning for the better yet. And there is no way she can run away from her responsibilities for even that one fucking pathetic friday. So she continues to have to deal with assholes and idiots and what’s not.
Whose line is her only respite now. The most incredible improv there is. However, she needs to stop watching it, stop blogging, stop thinking of how screwed up her life is and start faking intelligence for the sake of her grades.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
5 girls, 2 bars and a $200 plus tab later, we are all still very sober. Honestly, if alcohol was free, we would gladly drink each other under the table.
If our parents heard 10% of our conversation last night, they would put us all on house arrest and attempt to send us to nunneries. Making out with best guy friends, fucking one’s own kid, extent we would go to get things for free. And we berated the waitstaff for cheating us of our tiger (too bad beloved pam is getting lost on volcanoes in lands far far away). Yes, we are frivolous but dont try to con us of our beers.
I have a bunch of sluts as friends. But they are also the babes I’d turn to to bitch about the administration and idiots, seek help for projects and be rescued from weirdos, get drunk with but damn bloody sure I’d still get home safe. We’ve all changed much since the first day. With diminished morales and values; different priorities and dreams; altered views of life.
More would change in the year to come. But I think if we keep some of that flightiness, irrelevance, sincerity, awe of the world, love for one another, effort to be there and gravitation towards drinks; no matter how many changes there is to come, my world would still be rather alright.
I am trying to be a good girl and NOT drink on the actual birth day. In other words, I am still dateless! Serve me right for being so lazy. Now I have to go around coercing people.
Anyway, I’m going drink prior and post. Especially with all the dreadful stretching-on-forever meetings, I’d very much welcome impromptu let’s-screw-projects-and-go-drink sessions. If you are in the townish area (better yet, willing to pay for me), call me okay?
P.S. Heineken tastes like water. Erdinger is starting to become boring. I need to go rob a bank to sustain this.
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