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Tuesday, May 11, 2010 // 11:30 PM

No, no. Life continues to suck. Yeah, it's so freaking true. The biggest irony of life is life itself. Sucks to the max. It's A math tomorrow and obviously I'm slacking here. I haven't got that sense of urgency. I'm tired of working so hard. I really don't get logarithms, I suck at indices and surds too. So too bad for me right? YEAH. I'm gonna fail A math also.WOW. I never thought I would fail or do badly for math. So now, NO MORE LAUGHING AT MY BROTHER. 'Cause who knows? I may end up failing also.

Today was pretty much a laze day for me. Went to Parkway for lunch then to Chin Lien to study. I love the library, because it's damn quiet and cold. I did revise a little bit. A teeny weeny bit. Better than nothing. Fish is revising with me maximum and minimum point now. Haha... Over MSN. I'm gonna die very ugly tomorrow, but since it's the last, I don't really care. I'm still gonna be in good mood tomorrow. I wanna wanna celebrate. I'm gonna buy manuscript paper tomorrow. Chiong all those irritating stacks of harmonies out before some asshole SLs from choir come pester me again. Don't they ever notice that it's their job to do it, not me. I'm doing their shitty jobs for them not only are they not appreciative, they still complain that I'm slow. I'm having freaking exams leh. You people in university are doing what? Having holidays. You all got cheek to come and complain to me and scold me? WTH. My job as a CM is to read through those harmonies and make sure everyone can reach their pitches and that there aren't any clashes. One more time I get that bloody call you guys do your own bloody job yourself. I'm no more your maid. Only G, J, Des, Shan and Ivan bothers to turn up for harmonizing. Fucking irritating. And... I'm gonna finish the tune for my song. Hopefully I can get the chords correct, or else I'll screw up again. I don't know how Tristen composes when his chords = fail. I still love him for writing 'sorry you're leaving me' for me. Repaying me for my '7 times I love you'.

Telling myself everything is fine is very hard. You know you're deluding yourself. Try that. Living in a illusion. It's fun to think of stupid things. Haha... Tomorrow I have to wake up at 7 to revise. I'm going crazy, or maybe I already am. It's gonna be over soon. Fish ask me not to go crazy. I really am. I told her, after A math tomorrow, I can watch my MVs, and listen to my carols. Find a pilot boyfriend to fly me to Hawaii. I'm officially mad. I hope IMH will welcome me to be their new patient. Haha... I'm serious about the last part though. I always wanted a pilot boyfriend. Haha... Since very young, 'cause I thought planes were cool last time. And the best part is all pilots are tall and handsome with stunning figures. I wanted that until I decided that I never wanted to get married, so it's not important if I get the perfect type that I wanted. Haha... I remember asking G to be a pilot. NOT BECAUSE I WANNA MARRY HIM, but because he's damn handsome, tall (freaking 1.97) and has a stunning figure. Then Ian became a pilot. Haha... Yeah, I shall focus in finding a pilot. I'm already on my way to that. I've found one. I'm pretty sure I won't get him. For fantasizing purposes, he's not a bad choice. Right, XY? Yeah, eyecandy, whatever you call it. I don't like/love him or whatever. He's. Just. HAWT. Great, I'm becoming boy-crazy. *SLAPS MYSELF* Haha... Okay. Go study A-math and prepare to sleep!

PS. I need a shooting star now. I need to get out of Singapore. No need to be Hawaii, just out of here. =)