And so, i did'nt sleep after buka.
And now, im dead tired.
And what more?! Marketing is killing me rite now.
Dammit. I told myself i'll promise to force myself to come to lessons.
But how can i bare with this??!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
I hate it when school starts.
I come to lessons everytyms and there will always be fakes.
You know, those who would pretend like they know so much and knod their head with the "uh-hmm" noise coming out from their freaking mouth in front of the faci. Pretending like they know soooooooo freaking much. But they are just pretending! -_______- Yea. fakes.
Sometimes, i just hate myself for being too quiet.
Sometimes, i just don't wanna speak up.
But i know. I know the answer.
Its not a selfish act. Its just not being confident enough.
ARGHHHHHHHH! I HATE SCHOOOL.
PLSSSSSSS COME AND GO 4 MONTH *i think*
63 more presentations to go.
1 more FYP to get over and done with.
And then im gonna get my ass out of this school.
And..... im gonna work my ass off too.
Question is.... WHERE?!
NO EXPERIENCE.
NO ATTACHMENT.
NOTHING AT ALL.
God, im so hopeless.
Hopefully i'll make it.
GOD MYY STOMACH IS KILLING ME NOW.
It has been growling and growling since just now.
Talking about FYP, thank god i got a B+.
And thank god it pulled my GPA.
Cuz my i got a D for IT Security.
HAHAHA. Expected!
So, 6 out of 16 lessons attended, was kindda worth it afterall.
HAH! TO ME! NOT TO YOU!
Kay i need to go home.
And sleep.
And wake up.
And eat.
And sleep again.
And go to school AGAIN. -___-
And back home again.
And sleep.
And eat.
THEN i get to meet love. weeeeee.
