RANDOM-ISM.

argh friggin PBL.

damn damn damn. why am i so jinxed? (ok, i shall not bring myself back to the issue of being syirik and shit.) i got myself dumped into the worst PBL group ever. damn, if they read this, i'd probably be ostracised or hated for life but heck, it's the group i would LAST want to be in. any bunch of slackers with a motivator will bound to work. but we are just a whole bunch of slackers, all of us will be on free rides and we are all gonna die and we are all gonna die and we are all gonna die.


i really do not know why i am so friggin angsty these days, but yes i am. and i have no one to blame. my stomach's really not my heart now, nothing i eat is ever fulfilling. and no, it's not me being my usual gluttony self. it's just this feeling of eating so much, but never satisfied; spending so much time getting drenched in the shower but never clean. get it? i don't.


i came to class and i saw "52 days to promos" written on the board. i am so dead. and below that, "ACT 3 PEOPLE FOR NDP ARE TO REPORT TO THE GRANDSTAND THIS SATURDAY (6TH AUGUST) AT 3PM AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GO THE PADANG ON YOUR OWN." i don't really mind the rehearsals. but i do now cos i cannot got for night photo outing with the FSV people to take fireworks at Marina South at the Festival of Fireworks. chin yang reckons that this batch of fireworks will be so much nicer as compared to the ones in NDP cos it'll be by some french people. oh i don't know cos i won't be able to go. nyeh fuck.


damn, sometimes i wish that the bitch will just get off our cases and stop trying so hard to fit in. sometimes i feel left out too but i do not, i repeat: i do not ever try so fugging hard that i get on people's nerves. okay, so i am two-faced, but heck, when you've had enough, you've had enough. it's rather irritating to be unattached to any group of people and have to tolerate every single person, but she is just too much. bleah.


why am i so jinxed?


RANDOMISMONITY!

(this time it comes in the form of a love letter from IZ-LIM.)


Harlow.


This is my third love letter to you. You have to understand that I do this every week because I care for you and your health. (or else why would it be called a love letter?) And it is because it really breaks my heart if you are unwell. (or something like that i don't remember cos i don't have it with me right now cos i left it in class.)


blablablablablablablablablablablabla. more ramblings about diet plans, more ramblings about morning runs, and people losing weight....


.... (said sth evil here i don't remember what again.) hahahahahaha. (he really typed the "hahahaha" part.) Why am i so not fair? It's because I am always under the sun.




amanda read his love letter at the track and got really freaked out and he just laughed and laughed at her. blablablabla. why do i have such a funky p.e. torturer? howell, just as long he understands my fear for heights and thus not being able to do GSTs.


i really am rambling alot but i don't think anyone is reading cos no one leaves any sort of sign that they were here, reading. (except for steffi loe who told me she read about the random "changkul" thing in one of my previous posts) or maybe people do not know how to use the haloscan commentorary system that i have placed at the end of every post as an alternative to the tagboard which is being a bitch and unabling itself from being used.


this may sound so goddamn cliche. but school stinks. well, maybe not all of it. but it still stinks. someone get me an air freshener. (ya i can hear people saying "oh my tien! this girl is so fugging lame la!" but, hey, i'm proud of it. COOL PEOPLE SUCK.


i'll prolly go home later on and publish another post that no one reads.

posted by Myz @ 12:07 PM