So does my beauty sleep of the week *muka amat tulan*. I have not been sleeping well these couple of days and I'll be joining my "siblings", Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan in the Taiwan National Zoo.
Sigh...Sleep not well, eat also not well, studies also not well...everything also macam not well. Why like that one??!
Sometimes, I just feel like why on earth am I suffering like this? I mean, yeah, of course it's great getting the scholarship, going to the States, getting a world class education and yada yada...but, there's also some cons too. Like, just because you're sponsored by some f**king scholarships and so you must toil like the kerbaus di sawah padi *muka wtf*...just because you're one of the lucky students picked for the same scholarship and therefore you must ALWAYS maintain your performance *slack a little also cannot meh now? You think I'm some sh**a** goddess ah?*
Like I said, I'm very tulan. So, sorry for the sudden dose of vulgar sh**.
Another thing. Just because I f******g scored a perfect score for that quiz doesn't mean I'm her latest pet you know? And scoring a perfect score doesn't mean that I'm smart or something; I think I'm like the dumbest in class sometimes. I'm no one's pet since Primary RPS and MGS, so there's no way I'll f*****g end up as someone's pet. The reason?
ME = NO KAKI BODEK.
In fact, I hate kaki bodeks...*muka imbas kembali peristiwa zaman-zaman dahulu*
I just hated it when some idiots provoked my anger. No point testing me on my patience; I'm the most impatient and panas baran fella you'll ever met in your life. Even my parents acknowleged that as the universal truth...I can start rambling and grumbling even on the slightest matter ever.
Right, I'm just so f*****g tulan.
And my problems-plagued relationship with Math. I felt so stupid in class. Sometimes, I couldn't even understand what exactly he's babbling about in class. Not to mention the sudden pop quizzzes he'll give it to you out of the blues. *ok lah, pop quizzes mah. I geddit* I think I'll may score a f*****g C for my Maths this time - there goes my CGPA. I'm just so worried about my grades dammit.
Some more got History and World Religion. All studying and memorizing *muka totally f***ed up dah* Done with History Test 1 and I think I underperformed. Again. Like usual. World Religion's is next friday and I haven't start revising for it yet. And oh, how nice of my Maths lecturer to give us another mind-boggling test next Wednesday - it's Test 2 this time.
I'm really stressed this semester - definitely grumpier, easily annoyed et cetera. I regretted taking Maths, no thanks to my cocky-ness of assuming that it'll be a breeze. I guess I'd screwed myself.
Another thing again: sometimes, I felt like I needed to bitch about someone to someone. But I couldn't do it here for the fear of tuck jui yan *didn't you know how advance technology is these days?* There's so many things I need to complain and bitch about and I just couldn't f*****g find the right fella.
And that's like rubbing some sea salt or some Himalayan salt on my wounds *muka semakin f***ed up*
