The End of Common Tests of my Last semester. The start of my misery all over again. Two-fold.


I'm beat!
Upon reaching home, I literally plopped myself on the sofa, stripped, (my cardigan, that is.), did the little action of closing my eye lids (which was unfamiliar for two days now), and was dead to the world until my mom came home.

*whines

MY EYE BAGS!
Boy do I look like a zombie!
Shits. Lemme get my eye cream.


Honestly, No amount of whatever cream is gonna get rid of those large, dark eye bags.


Nvm the eye bags.


FYP's a screwed one. Life is shitty. Thanks to this ONE MAN. Him and his IFN-gamma.
Grrrr...


I ate a "truckload" of nuts and popcorn.
My dentist is gonna love me.

Suppose you have a lecturer who's totally oblivious to the fact how his students hate him primarily because of his stupidity in giving assignments...


You know who I'm referring to...

Vengeance isn't mine. But I have let these thoughts lingered in my head.

1) Collect a bag of snails and roaches and put it in his lab coat.
2) Add in laxatives in his coffee when your accomplices are pretending to ask him loads of questions.
3) Get your lecture mates to support you- complain to the director.
4) Lock him in the in the toilet when he is shitting.
5) Accidentally pour ethidium bromide on him.
6) Concentrated acid as an alternative.
7) Accidentally stain his clothes with silver nitrate.



Why am I thinkin about all these when I'm laden with sooooo much work???
Honestly, I don't care. I'm not allowed to sleep tonight anyways. WHY?!
Because of a certain someone. This world is so unfair. If only I can do as I like!