Wednesday, August 20, 2003


I'm so grateful tht there's no Media Law till the we return...
Becuase im so worn out....
Havne't been sleeping well for the past few days all thanx to stress and the irresponbilities of a friggin bimbo in Mass Comm whom i have been mentioning.. and cursing...not Yiling the freak...
Slept for abt 2 hours on Monday
And i finally fell ill... but i've been unwell since last week.
And everynight, the IMC members would insist on redundant online disccussions.
Terrible waste of time.
Those two idiots only reached home 45 minutes after the stipulated meeting time.
During yesterday's, i deliberately not spponfeed them with my ideas....
And i adopted their kind of attitude towards the project.
I am eager to see what the freakin teacher has to say about the caliber of the work.
And tell me why im not surprised they took 4 hours plus to discuss just 2 little phases of the whole campaign.
Duh!!! I din go school today cuz im so sick of that teacher and the two idiots and also im sick la... and i can look after my mum.
Unfortunately, Mum's heart was giving her problems again.
And Shrek was rushed over to bring her to the hospital.
Wah loa.. .think she's gonna be admitted again lor...
Wa lao.. myu life is really a piece of shit man...
one problem after another. Even happening simultaneously.


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