seriously,wtf

i'm 100% screwed over

entirely
fuckingishly'
totally
in all sense

fucked over and out

my assignments dued
-organizational behaviour bullshit of 1000 words-4 questions
in other words churning out a fucking summary from abt 300 pages worth of utter bullshit from bullshit writers who paraphrased their crap from a bunch of other writers' verbal diarrhoea

-essay plan for seeing the whole picture
luckily its only 500 words
the fucked up thing abt it........is i don't even know the fucking theory which i wanna pick for it.

-qm2 grp assignment
the use of formulas which i prob won't ever fucking see,hear and touch after uni
and the use of wordtype.

-marketing,qm2,ob,tutorials
the usual lump of shit

i'm damn sick of waking up late
going for lecture/tutorials late
going for them with the main purpose of getting out as soon as possible.
going for them with no one i know in those rooms

doing assignments alone
doing them in my room alone freezing
doing them in the student lounge alone.with fuckers playing poker loudly behind me
i am sick and tired of worrying abt deadlines
sick and tired of hearing my coursemates fuss over their already well done pieces of shit.

i am sick of sleeping at 4am
sick of the cold room
sick of eating instant noodles every fucking day
sick of eating chips for breakfast
sick of eating cold pieces of hardened dried out bread
sick of being sick and alone and stuffing crappy instant chinese medicine down my throat.

sick of spending 1/3 of my allowance on handphone bills to singapore.
sick of the damn fucked up peices of assignments
sick of hearing my coursemates say my work is okay
WHEN IT IS FUCKINGLY OBVIOUS THAT MY PIECES OF WORK ARE UTTERLY EMBARRASSING BELOW STANDARD CRAP.

i hate it when i am forced to morph into pseudo-cindy

there are people who i like to talk to and then
there are those which i rather ignore.

but now, i have to fucking force myself to crank up a fucked up smile and be nice.
wtf
i'm a bitch
not that fucking proud of it.
but yeah!
when im tired cold and fucked up with crappy instant noodles in my tummy which was breakfast and lunch and 1/2 dinner.
i do not fucking wanna come into contact with son of a bitches motherfuckers who are fucking hypocritical lumps of shit who think they are god's best gift to women.

why must i even smell the same air as them
WHY THE FUCK

calling home and lying to mom that i'm doing all apple-ishly wholesomely awesome and bursting with enthusiasm makes me feel like an unfilial liar

i really wanna do my best and make the most out of every minute and second.

staring at textbooks
at the myriads of required readings and mumbo jumbo jargons and concepts
i'm just going to suck thumb and do it with the best of my ability.
not that it'll be the best work :(


someone plug me some nice songs please