goddamnit

goddamnit. wait, need get tissue to wipe my oily hands before i continue to whine like a bitch.

 

… i also have no idea why i could elegantly pull out 4 different shreds of tissue from the tissue box instead of a single complete one but then again, you should not put much of your thoughts in it because that’s just the intro of this post.

now, where was i? oh yes, goddamnit.

 

goddamnit list

1) after going through a night of torture, like seriously super godlike torture, on the scale of 1 to 10 and 10 being the extended godlike level of hell, i rate it 9.6. i started around 12 something AM or so, while the greater part of my class has already (read AND memorized every single detail) to the power of 5. today in lab before the test, this guy of the “greater part of the class” announced rather egoistically, with a full blast of “please pity me” tone that he only managed to study THRICE. GODDAMNIT, YOU %&#$^#^#$^#&$^$*&$^$#%%&#  god, i know right, i am still the same. although, i just have to add that some people told me not to change because i have such an awesome personality *pukes all over. anyway, i kept getting this hunger pangs during the hell session, so i brought out all my food (& some rubbish as yi ru decides to plainly call it). after some time, i got hungry again and this time i am reminded of my delicious chocolate in the fridge. i lunged for it like a starving lion which just saw… a fish. yes, i know, the weird description & all that but the whole point was that i have proudly finished 97% of the my last bar of chocolate. yes, i am crying at the rate of depletion of my chocolate supply. it saddens me more than anything.  i was left like a fish out of water with my measly pitiful supply of 3% of chocolate. i moaned in agony and decided to cut the drama and go straight to the delicious part. goddamn, i sound like some obsessive psycho case. alas, it was too hard for me. so i put it aside and… fell asleep. GODDAMNIT.

i woke up at 9 and… tragically kept back my 3% of  chocolate. then, i somehow miraculously got myself almost lost in KTAR, OF ALL PLACES. you see, i was rather late when i went to the bus stop and while i was cautiously scrutinizing everyone, i realized they exude an aura of KTAR-ness. aiya, do not ask me about the aura, it is not like they have chanel perfume on and we have something else, it’s just the feeling and the attire. meanwhile, i was looked at like the ugly duckling in a pond full of superior ducks. while i was contemplating to make a run for it, the KTAR bus came, i am sure it was fate. normally, the ktar bus would totally dump me somewhere along the ktar road, outside ktar… but noooo, today, the driver probably got lucky with his wife/gf/mistress extensive enough to decide to drive the whole bus in ktar, which i totally panicked a little and had to do some serious geometrical research. i took 16 whole minutes to get from where i was unceremoniously dumped and my lab location. then, i had to feel this sense of nausea because

a) i had not eaten my 3% of chocolate.

b) i had not eaten my 3% of chocolate & i bloody missed it.

c) i had not eaten my 3% of chocolate & i bloody missed it & i was starving.

 

i had to suck it up and finished the experiment… which i somehow due to fate, once again, had the opportunity to hear about how bodies get chopped up in mortuaries and what they go through during post mortem! oh and how their brains got stolen from their head and then substituted by cotton wool and and how bodies are left for decay (and maggots to have a feast on) for days to examine seriously scientific stuff (read: quench the thirst of being psychotic for scientists) how delightful. hahaha! alright, but i’m just kidding. no, not about the aforementioned part but the part where i was nauseous because of it. it didn’t affect me as my puny little brain could not connect the dots anyway.

against all odds, i miraculously reached the cafeteria and stuffed my face, finally felt better. food cures me.

2) during the test, i counted the ratio of the conjugate base to weak acid of 1:10 to the power of 4. i chided myself that i was an idiot and it was absolutely impossible! i gave up, and only wrote half of the equation.

 

 

 

now, i have to kick myself in the shins because it was exactly the answer. GODDAMNIT.

do you have a gun which i can use? i would totally like to kill myself right now. then again, a knife definitely hurts more, hmmm :/ what else?

3) when i crawled back home, after finishing a 1.5 hour paper in one third of the time, i am DELIGHTFULLY surprised by half a dozen people in my condo unit. my ktar housemate decided to have a steamboat party. awesome! totally what i need!

 

… and then more people came… and more… and more… there were like 20 people in the living room and dining corner and the kitchen. when i came out of my sanctuary to get some err, food (read: chocolate), the 20 people stare at me like how they stare at me in the bus stop, but that is totally accountable to the fact that i use chee cheong gai’s perfume and they use chanel. after miraculously making it back to my room without tripping over a piece of fish ball or something of equal stupidity, i thanked god for awhile and finished my chocolate. … then, i craved for the potato chips in the kitchen.

 

but i was too cowardly to go out again so… i cried myself to sleep.

 

4) while i was stuffing myself full of potato chips a few minutes ago, i had this horror thought. what if i look like a fat pork in my swimming suit!!! (which i never worn by the way, because a) i am a fat pork roll b) being a fat pork roll, the skill of swimming eludes me)

 

then again, looking like a fat pork is one thing while not being able to fit into it is another more SERIOUS case.

 

alright, the reason why i am stressing myself out because of such things, (and then stuffing myself full of more junk in the process because i’m too stressed out, it’s a whole goddamn cycle meticulously planned out by the junk food tycoon i am telling you), the 半打XX group + 1 (andrew) are planning to take a vacation together!

but i’m afraid it would be 5 + 1 + a fat pork roll.

 

oh and fat pork roll forgot to ask parents for permission yet. aaahh.

 

 

the end of a meaningless, annoying post w/o any pictures.

now if you excuse me, fat pork roll have to finish off the last few precious pieces of chips and get fat pork roll ass on the report due tomorrow!

 

goddamnit.

 

oh, in addition

5) andrew is eating fruits for a whole week (a miracle) as he claims that he has to fulfil his sworn oath - if MU wins liverpool, he would eat fruits for a week.

so on monday, i chased him from SA block to SD block w/o any shred of 气质 left thankyouverymuch as he decided to rub it in. then i nearly rip his fruity skin to shreds in class too.

 

goddamnit. screw andrew & his fruits!

however, according to sung ching, it sounded REALLY REALLY WRONG.

sungsung.(st) says (12:01 AM):
*man
*that andrew and his fruits part
*you make it sound like some fore play or something

 

=.= i have no such intention.

 

while andrew…

 

(A) *unicef Andrew (6) ~ I have to fulfil the oath I sworn...... One week of fruits for me :D says (3:53 PM):
*come for me fiona
*screw me up
*come

 

GODDAMNIT.