its like so draining on me to keep on having to restrain my emotions... i just cant stand it why does mum have to keep on saying that i am fat?
its not like i duno i am.. but it really hurts to keep hearing saying it ... and i t doesnt mean that i go jogging/ swimming/sauna and I'll be able to shed 5 kg within the day... 
i jus found at dinner the reason why i cant work with that guy (lets name him L for the moment) he belongs to the zodiac sign of the boar/big. i am a Snake... we definitely clash... Big time too. i know this sounds damn weird... but i have always trusted this sort of things and in this case it really makes sense. ha... 
everyday it gets increasingly tiring... how long more do i have to endure this nonsense/
the entire afternoon i am like rushing everywhere... there is like this tension that keeps building up in my head.. its like at the beginning of the day, i have to rush out the bed cos i set the wrong alarm, den i have to rush to sku for lesson becos if i dun go today, my attendance drops below the required %.... i dun wan a repeat of last sem's mistake... by the time i reach sku, i am late for class by an hour and my stomach refuses to work with me.... 
Spent the whole just studying and rotting at the pushcart... i mean how unknowledgeable is my life getting now.... And i have no idea how was the test paper formed. how can the questions be like give any other 4 financial ratios that are unique to your business? each group has a different business, so are they indicating that there is no right or wrong answer?... I've never seen a paper that is so subjective b4... i totally have no idea as to how to pass the paper... Ridiculous...
after the test, i have to rush to my eye appt... it was raining like hell, taxi queues were freaking longgg... i was super worried and the tension jus keeps joining my brain...worse, i dun even noe if wad the doc says is right... had photos taken of my eyeballs up close whereby i cant even see any wrong with my eyeballs. And a fresh bill of $66 was served up to me for the cleansing of the lens with a pair of disposables... Fuck..
Bascially, it was a freaking Lously day. period.
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