Today, was a total waste of time. The stupid chingay dance thingy, is not even a dance. It feels like I’m relieving my childhood days of doing the acers workout thingy. Think I’m just too desperate for dance.

February is approaching, so is the end of my poly life. Time to start some serious thinking on which route to go next. The urge of going overseas is just becoming greater. That’s the route I want but there’s so many factors to consider. What the fuck. My parents ain’t gna support that idea either.

It really makes me think. What’s with all those bullshit that you said? Me not knowing how to handle my own problems? Oh yeah? So since when have I ever relied on you? Ever since young, it has been me me me and me alone. All the somanyproblems I faced, bet you’re ignorant about all of them. Whythefuck do you still have the cheek to say all these? You’re getting on my nerves.

RMGT. MFS presentation. Bcomm data gathering call. WISP project. All due next week. How more fucked up can this get? I’m supposed to start on RMGT now, but hey you know what? I’m tired. Yes, fucking tired. And not to mention fucking pissed.

Just, forgive me for swearing.

knnbccb la;
clarice