Sunday, October 28, 2007

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

sometimes.

sometimes..
i wonder if going to uni was the right choice.
i lose track of the reason why i'm in uni.
for one, i can't write essays for nuts.
and i hate writing essays.
essay writing is a chore and nothing productive really comes out of it.

i think subconciously, i feel the stress of being around smart pple all the time.
and they're not just smart, they're hardworking - killer combi.
and me? i'm not smart and certainly not hardworking.

like i know there's this little voice inside my head that keeps yelling "study! study! study!" but the thing is, i'm so way behind that i dunnoe where to start, dunnoe how to begin. and so, i rather run frm reality and end up slacking even more. and i know i'm going to die when exams come.

my stats results is testimony to my less then enthusiastic attitude towards school and my level of intelligence, or lack of it. but at the end of the day, its not just about doing your best but its how do you be the best out of THE best?

cos NUS is filled with lots of smart people. really really smart people. and i think because they are so smart, they don't just rely on lecture notes, they go to the library and read EXTRA notes. and the best part is, they have to juggle teaching tuition and school and a social life.

me? i'm more obsessed with having fun. sometimes i get all the zest to start mugging everyday frm now till the final exams but i can't seem to do it. i think its my mindset. like how i think its ok to screw up my grades in nus cos i can always waste one sem and wait for smu biz next yr. i know its stupid la. but i'm stupid what.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

go back to your country brown cow.

seriously, fuck you asshole.
being older doesn't give you the authority to overwrite what i say.
the reason you're a year 3 stuck doing a year 1 course is because u suck.
so why still bother taking authority over the project?
i for one am certainly NOT impressed by your method of getting your work done.
the slides look fucking unprofessional.
if tonight's presentation is fucked up, its all your fault, you piece of shit. and i do mean it literally.
fucking hell. go back to your country and plant vegetables la.
i seriously hope u die.
and for the next project, pls dont try to take charge anymore. i'm hoping to get an A for this module and i'm not letting -think-i-know-it-all ruin my chances for me.
seriously dude, kill yourself. you're a waste of space in society.

during class.

i had stage 1 conjunctivitis so i went to sch in specs.
upon entering class,

class in unison: OH MY GOD, STEF!
fiona: stef why are u wearing specs?!
me: i got eye infection so doc say no specs
heng jing: yea man, u look so gong
me: thanks ah.
fiona: ya! i'm so not used to it. for once.. u look so guai. so different la!
me: =)

And during some silly debate about global terrorism,

reilly: i think global terrorism is easier to solve than global warming.
teacher: oh? so where is osama now?
class laughs
dorcas: most probably hidden in some cave
me: maybe he had plastic surgery!
heng jing: ya ya ya! plastic surgery to look like *points at me
me: HOII. i'm not lor!
heng jing: no wonder u skipped stats lect this morning right.. cos u need to shave your beard

i keep getting bullied! =(

anyways, i think i'm too slack. seriously slack. i've skipped like god knows how many lectures already. and i spent the whole of recess week bumming around. save for the weekends where i swear i almost died trying to churn out a 2000 word essay for soci. i'm so going to fail la!

and NOW, i have like 4 more hours before i leave for school and i have yet to start on my burma essay for class later. and i havent even prepared my speech for PF presentation which is ALSO due later. grreeat. i always love to get myself into such last minute panicky nonsense.