3.33 pm-feeling: sulky, alone, sleepy, abit cooled down, not as happy as i was when i started the day off. why? well, too bad u chose to bloghop here. coz here i go..

firstly i've been alone sinz 3pm. here in this freezing hell i call my project room. jihad's gone home. he's sick, saw him practically shivering to the bones and i dont blame him. he's gone thru alot of anger management and emotional stress dealing with fuckers hu dont use their filthy mouths for the good of mankind. actually im just referring to one fucker. oh well, my dear bro's been enjoying too much during the x'mas festivities. i guess his body must be all tired out anyway.

and that budak bertuah [dzul] today disappeared to johore, along with my student card [which he borrowed last evening] somemore. hoi besok kalau kau blom balik aku ape hal? aku ade lecture la berok. nak kena scan card aku untok attendance! he'd better prepare a good excuse for me regarding his absence today coz when he comes back, im gona finish him up. the fucking chibai supervisor spoiled my mood today. and im putting this topic in the same paragraph wif him coz im mad wif both of them in one way or another. besides that fucker who almost destroyed my bestfriend's life. oh and he got the cheek to call up my bro last night, when he's freaking resting coz he's sick! oh konon nak buat baik ah. nak tarik kita balik la lepas kita da jelak dengan perangai sial kau tu. da buat salah baru nak regret. buat ape. selama ni memang kita tak penah trust engkau. kau punye perangai takkan berubah. niari mintak maaf. nanti buat lagi. pijak lagi atas kepala orang. sedap2 lepas tu kau berjoget pat atas kepala orang plak. pi mampos kan baik. hah kan aku da lazer. buat baik ngan kau memang tak guna. kau memang nak tengok hidup orang merana. tapi pengecut. tong kosong. bebual benda tak bermakna. slalu nak berlagak dengan kekayaan yang kau pikul atas jasad kau yang tak kekal tu. harta tu pun bukannye harta kau. harta bapak kau bodoh!

i have been so fucking positive and anxious about my PD2. its my blardy final semester and its the final stage of my freaking Final Year Project. i want to put in my very 100% best for it. i even became so kanchiong that i've already started on my Final Report, just the basics, outlines, plannings, managements and stuff [and i've more than 20 pages already] not the ultimate contents yet coz we havent officially begun PD2. for ur info PD2 wont be starting till next week. so by right we dun hav to start working on the projects yet this week. but what's wrong with starting off early rite. just to get motivated and all geared up for the big eleven weeks.

so what's the bitch all mad at us for? jihad's all packed up to go home coz he's sick and i was going to escort him to the bus stop and she saw us. and we went out the other door so we can tell her what we're up to. hey, we're honest people. we respect her. and she came storming out of her classroom and start shooting at us. nagging the fleas off her hair. saying we nv put in effort la, got disciplinary problem la, all that sickening comments. keling pariah betol. im fucking sick of her unfairness. not happy come lah, chain us to the table, strap us to our chairs. everytime complain we're not there doing our project. cannot go lunch izit, cannot go solat izit, cannot go shop buy drinks awhile izit. everytime u come and find us at the wrong timing. our fucking fault izit!

she has been freaking unprofessional towards us okay. she often lets her anger get over her and wtf, she can bend our grades and destroy our future in her skinny hands just like that. she has the power and what do we have? we cant fight back or stand up for ourselves. either way we're always in the losing end. mutha fucker. uncaring mentor, 24-hr-pms, useless old hag, misusing her powers at her will.

my blog. this is the place i nag when i'm mad, cry when im sad, scream when im scared, moan when im bored, whine when im petty, groan when in pain, yadda yadda yadda. and i especially find that its better off expressing anger thru my finger tips rather than my knuckles. however do not try to make up your mind about me thru this space coz there's more to me in person than what's written here. unless u know me inside out. which i truly doubt. coz nobody knows me inside out other than my bestfriends, parents and siblings.

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