Little Dowager

an excuse to eat. An excuse to whine. An excuse to be pissed off at everything, everyone. An excuse to be melancholic, nostalgic, feel-like-shit. An excuse to dress like shit. An excuse to use expletives you don’t usually use. An excuse to act like a bitch. An excuse to look like an emo. An excuse to imagine bashing up that teeko pek. An excuse to imagine slapping that chao ah lian. An excuse to delude myself that my pimples are gonna clear up cos toxin are finally release from my body. An excuse to fucking hate TheStupidGirl who mess up “my finance”. An excuse to give the person I dislike, even more fucking attitude.

PMS is an everyday thing.

Man, I love being a girl!

I am blogging in school at the moment.

I just completed one supp paper (damn easy!), collected my el-cheap-photocopy-cum-laminated certificate for the school-industry project, and the $75 dolla check complimentary of the client ($25 dolla more than everyone else, but not enough for the emotional damage I suffered).

To date, I am still owed a total of $60++ for what I spend on the project. I should have gotten it in the same month I made the claim via TheStupidGirl. But TheStupidGirl got back her claim and forgot about the rest of us.

I’m fucking dulan, cos I’m damn broke at the moment. And I hate it when people mess with my money matters. (Not that, I have a lot lah. But still….)

Now I have to worry, if I am ever gonna get back my claim, since I heard that the finance department is very strict bout late reimbursement.

Fucking Dulan. This school is so full of incompetent shitheads people. Lagi worse when the incompetent shithead person in question is the head of the “School-industry team”.

No wonder my classmates all shake in fear when they are asked to do such projects.

Now I know why.