This sucks

I hate doing work and not given due credit for the work I have done. I hate people who make use of me to do work and then find out that I was doing some kind of free labour. I hate feeling unappreciated. I hate being treated like a second class citizen. I hate people who put on a front to mislead other people into believing it. I am full of newfound hatred.

If I ever get to talk to you truthfully, I will tell you that you are the source of all my newfound hatred. I really don't appreciate you making use of me (us) to do your work. Especially when I thought that I had to do it. I really put in a whole lot of effort to look up the things that you wanted. When I couldn't find the information you wanted, I looked for the next best alternative. And when I submitted it, you couldn't appreciate my effort, could you? You think she is the best, the one doing all the work, but please open your eyes. They are glued shut. And don't be rude to me. I can't stand it. What position are you in to be rude to me? The age gap of three years? Bloody ridiculous.

I really hate putting on a front. I really do.

Things

I think my Biz Law prof talks crap. Like who the hell can talk about spitting for more than one hour in a Biz Law class. Totally want to HIT her.

Too much work, too little time, too much slacking, too little people doing work, too many people not doing work. Ben is a stupid thing. OK, anyone who irritates me will be relegated to nothing more than a thing.

I poison with my words. Maybe I should call Raf a thing too if he continues to irritate me. HAHAHA.

Morning Blues

I have caught the "reach school early" syndrome from SY. I reached school at 0754 and my prof only arrived at 0820.

And a nice (but not so good-looking) guy in my class helped me open the bloody seminar room door as my hands were full.

This morning, I met my caucasian neighbour who was taking a stroll with her baby in a pram. And I kinda realised that this was my ideal kind of life. Not the career woman path. OK, I am being too idealistic.

Time to sleep with my eyes wide open for stats. And did I mention, I sit alone in stats coz I don't have any friends?

Stop it

Please. Stop speaking me to like we are attached. WE ARE NOT. It is disgusting.

There is no relationship. And don't feel hurt. You are getting on my nerves.

As if Life wasn't hard enough

Life. I am lost for words.

ZHW is a bloody irritating thing. Let me knock some sense into her head. Selfish, arrogant, self-absorbed fella.

Bloody tired. And this is just the first day of the second week in school.

Pointing Fingers

YUP, don't point fingers and say that I didn't do it. You didn't do anything as well. And I couldn't do anything because you didn't send the proposal to me.

Quoting my friend "ok but like shouldn't he feel ashamed that it's cuz he never provide you with the proposal that's why u cant do?"

WHATEVER.

Guys

Guys like girls who flirt. They really do.

The man in my Dream

He broke my heart in my dream.