I don’t believe it.
I accidentally deleted this entry the other night, and who comes to the rescue but Aizat himself. Dude, I have no idea how the heck you retrieved this, but thanks a lot.
Nothing worth saving really. Here’s a rant for the record:
I am having one too many bad days.
I am frustrated with myself.
I am frustrated with the fact that my eyes seem to be overly dependant on my glasses nowadays, and that the scope of its use has widened from lectures alone to almost all the time now. Dah rabun.
I am frustrated with the fact that my body is not functioning in co-ordination with my plans. I set the best targets and my plans seem fault-free, but its execution lies at rock-bottom. I’m tired all the time and I’m lacking nutrients.
I am frustrated with the anonymous person who wrote under my name on the attendance sheet in my IKC class for all public to behold that I ask too many questions and that apparently I have issues. Ok genius, apparently this class is beneath you but tough luck. How about saying it to my face so that we can have a proper row/constructive discussion. Whichever way you like it. I’ll win either way. Ok, that was arrogant. But whatever. I’m too frustrated to care.
I’m frustrated with the fact that I couldn’t have a proper lunch with Aidil today and that I threw up before I could get to a toilet. I hate the fact that I had to ditch Aufa yet again and I have a feeling my sorrys have no longer any effect on her, despite the fact that every time this happens, it was something out of my hands. I give up.
I’m frustrated with my ILS Test because I was feeling too ill to do it properly, but went to class anyway, although I was a half hour late, and insisted on doing it anyway. I doubt the lecturer would let me redo it on that basis though.
I’m frustrated that I had to miss a session of my Torts Tutorial today for the second time this semester because of health reasons. I hate missing classes…I always feel stupid by the next session. I hate feeling stupid.
Ok.
Truthfully.
I’m just frustrated Liverpool didn’t make it to the q-finals of the Champion’s League. What the hell is wrong with the strikers, I don’t know. Why are our midfielders and defenders doing all the work?
Lutfi will not let me live this down. Neither will his roommates who have been chiding the Reds and poking fun at me for supporting them. They’re all Gunners.
Man.
Adlan pun lagi satu. Wei, kalau nak benci pun, go hate Chelsea. At least Rafa’s not helming a bunch of Oscar winner-wannabes.
*coughsDrogbacoughs**coughsRobbencoughs**coughscoughscoughs*
Time for my medication.
Enough said here.
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