I want to slap another person

Yes, I want to slap him. The totally irritating guy in my LTB group. Totally different from the one I was scolding in the previous post. WTH.

Bloody shit. You don't understand English issit? Don't understand that you cannot buy materials to teach RECYCLING issit? My god, totally NO BRAINS! Someone, please enlighten him. AHHHHHHHHHH!

Deceived by your looks

Yes, I was deceived by your looks. OMG, I was deceived by your looks. You are a bloody male bimbo. You bloody airhead.

Yes, so what if you have looks?!?!? So what if you wear Ben Sherman? If you are going to do stuff that doesn't belong to that image, I totally despise you. Please bloody clear up after yourself and don't leave rubbish lying around. I totally want to slap you.

Wednesday

I took a picture of myself using Teresa's phone. Muahahaha. I actually look so ridiculous that all my friends started laughing. WALAU. Laugh...

I got back my FA paper today. I got A+. At least I think I did, if there is no moderation. But there were more than 50% of people who got A and above. Haha, not too sure about the male bimbo though.

They say my picture go around scaring people. Haha. I have a presentation tomorrow and I never memorise my script and I need to wear formal. SHARKS. And have to see that bloody disgusting bitch tomorrow. Totally make my guts uncomfortable.

I miss DHS

I love Dunman High alot. I realise that after so many years. Haha. Though I didn't have that many pleasant memories there, it did make me feel safe. Haha.

I am so completely random. :)

Mountain of work waiting for me

Seriously, I should get down to doing my homework. I really have LOTS of it. But then, I seem to be super slack. Muahahahaha.

I went for one of my CCA meetings today and boy did I want to beat up those two disgusting arseholes. Really, act smart, talk smart but seriously I think they have got helium in their heads. Why helium? Because they are stupid, so they only have a gas in their heads and also because helium forces them to float thinking they are above the rest. YUCKS. Writing out their names will probably pollute my blog. YUCKS.

I couldn't keep my disgust or displeasure of them off my face. And they were so irritating.

Arsehole 1: I think we are going to have a hard time defending our group's ideas later.
Arsehole 2: Exactly. I don't know.

Arsehole 1: I think there is something missing, you know.
Arsehole 2: Exactly, you are right. I also think there's something missing.
Me: If you think there is something missing, then tell us what it is.
Arsehole 1 & 2 in chorus: But we don't know what is missing. If we knew, we would have said it out long ago.

OK, OMG. I can't believe there are such idiots around. BLOODY HELL. And during the discussion of ideas, they totally shot down our group's ideas. Talking about how lousy they were. Their point: We girls are a bunch of bimbos who have less brains than the two of them combined. MY GOSH! Ironically, they were from our group and shot down the ideas. SO FUNNY AND AMUSING!!

If they are in my group to do the project or something, I will just quit. Yes, I will quit.

And to add on to my depression, I saw the grade of one of my written assignments. I got B. I am so bloody sad. My grades are so lousy I think I should just go and die.

In me

I am supposed to be even busier with more deadlines to meet and I have lots of homework and have a 10% of final grade quiz next week. Two presentations and a currently screwed up CSP. This bloody sucks. Well, then how come I still have time to blog? No idea.

I dreamt of him that day. But he was in his secondary school uniform. So this is the absurdity of my dream. So many years have passed but he is still at that age? HAha. I still cannot figure out why the liking wasn't mutual.

I was at the majors talk today and totally fell asleep when the profs were talking. Totally not interesting. But my friend said that I was damn funny. Coz whenever one prof finished, the asleep me would start clapping along with the other people in the conference hall. Haha. She called it "reflex action". Haha. Maybe.

And I am impressed with SMU graduates. They really speak bloody well. Maybe that's what sets us apart from the other university graduates. But at my current state, I don't know whether I can finish my 4 years without permanent damage to my mental health. Muahahaha.

You never write anyone off

BBC Sport: Owen demonstrated at Wembley that only a fool writes off the most reliable and ruthless striker England have had in the last decade. McClaren said: "You have to say it again. You never, ever write off Michael Owen. He is cute in and around the box, and his game is more complete than many realise as he has matured.

Oooh, cute huh? Now his critics can go and bloody bury their heads and cry for making wrong predictions. MUAHAHAHAHA.

Actually, I am supposed to practise for my presentation but writing here makes me feel better.
OK, SY, u can bloody do it!!!

Haha, I just can't stop saying bloody. I am so pro-Britain.

A bit better now

I am less stressed now. Coz I have finished my stuff for tomorrow. Ok,most of it. I am actually supposed to do LTB now but my laziness in my bones is preventing me from doing that. MUAHAHAHA.

The prof wanted to shift everyone one seat down coz there was an empty seat beside me and the guy at the end seemed to have a bit of difficulty seeing. I was like "NO!!!". I want to maintain a distance from ZM. I don't like him. At least there is like one seat between us. And I happen to love putting all my things all over the place. So an empty seat beside me is GREAT! I pratically fill up the desk with my TBs and notebooks. And I fill up the chair with my bag. Haha. Well, obviously I am not a bloody selfish freak. So, my stuff occupies half of the desk space and his bag occupies the other half. And my bag fills half of the chair and his umbrella takes the other half. SEE! I am so NICE!

There are no handsome guys around the school for me to look at. And James Morrison's "The Pieces don't Fit Anymore" is like BLOODY great and depressing! OK, that's completely random.

Die, died, dead

I am losing it. Actually, I lost it. I went mad that day when I realised I couldn't finish my work. I feel so bloody alone.

I don't know why I have nothing to say. There's something terribly wrong. Actually, mad people don't know they are mad. So, in conclusion, I am not mad.

I AM NOT MAD.