These past days, I am drifting in and out of panic land because I realized that I have almost depleted my bank account and after this month ends, I’d have to settle one last humungous bill.  So I have been workin my ass off and going to school and have to deal with everything in between – assholes, bad hair days, starvation (we are not allowed to eat lunch) laundry, Valentines, lack of sleep.

Wah, I have planned to get myself an slr camera, enrol in photography class, volunteer in an ngo, flirt and get laid some more, travel, have fun, spend more drowsy time with X. In these areas, I feel that I am clutching at straws.

I am leading a  miserable life, eh? I miss my car.

Ok, first I’m mad. I am not gonna write about this character I’m mad about. Really, am just ticked off, and he’s not entirely the cause, that’s all.

Anyway, today’s Monday and I was a sous chef in a role play.

I have to manhandle sacks upon sacks of produce from potatoes to carrots and pineapple. WTF. Sous chef?

Then, I have to crop my hair again for the third time in a week because it’s allegedly all over the place still. I look like an ugly dude already with this very short hair because I do have large ears. And to be even more ugly, what a fvckin disaster.

Then, I’m a bit annoyed with myself because I am getting combative. I’ve been out of school for so long that I forgot that professors got a kick out of making their students jump when they say frog. Really, I am impatient with being told what to do and being treated like you don’t know any better.

But what can I do?

Still. This blog is more on me though. Dang. Me, so uptight, weh?

But, but, but….. I am getting more than what I have bargained for. And to think that school is a gift to myself. Wah.

Meanwhile:

Looks phenomenal but tastes blah.

It’s a bit weird and really annoying when you make plans and people have the gall to ruin it.