Grumpy Old Hag

After 1000000000 months since i've moved in to my new house, i've finally gotten around to clear tht remaining 2 boxes tht had been collecting dust over the month. I spent my entire Monday rearranging my shelves, drawers, and what not, to accomodate the nonsense tht i kept buried within those boxes. Amidst my very busy Monday afternoon/night, i also found time to squish a baby cockroach. Gross!

Holidays have been over for close to a month now, and the reality of school, of assignments, of attending boring useless lectures, of having to see people i do not wish to see in school, have finally started to sink in. Thinking of it makes me depressed. We attend 6years of primary school to get our PSLE cert, 4/5years to get our O' Levels cert, 2/3years to get our diploma/higher diploma, 2.5/3years to get a fucking degree. However short these 2.5/3years might seem as compared to the 6years of primary school or the 4/5years of secondary school, it sure as hell feels like the longest time of my life. After this semester, i'll be down to my last 4 modules. So near yet so far. It almost seem as tho i've been doing my degree for my entire life. The assignments.. Those poop assignments, trying to fulfil the darn word count, those sleepless nights doing "research", those nights when i'm actually able to sleep i get nightmares of my assignments and i wake up in shock. Can't for all these to be over. Whoever said a slacker undergrad don't feel all stressed up? We, slackers, just choose not reveal how much we're actually panicking. We "fake it til we make it". We just pretend and act all calm bout everything, and trick our minds bout how calm we are, when our minds are tricked, we feel abit more calm. Somewhat like a twisted version of "false consciousness". We create a sorta false consciousness to better our well being.

When all these is over, i'm gonna go get me a job. I don't care what job. Just as long as it pays me my money. When tht time comes, i won't hafta walk into nine west, see a bag i like, but hafta part with it n put it back on the shelves coz it cost 200 over bucks. I won't hafta work poop jobs tht require me to be under the sun begging retarded rude women to do surveys tht are as retarded as they are just to earn those extra bucks to save, so i won't hafta worry bout not having money when the time comes to buy presents or go on holiday. My life isn't all tht bad really, but it really isn't a bed of roses either.

I think when i become old, i'm gonna be one of those grumpy old women tht sit at coffeeshops, like a predator waiting for its prey, just ready to pounce on and scream and yell at whichever poor soul tht crosses their paths.

Am in a grumpy mood. Grumpy grumpy! Time to go blast my music and screech at the top of my lungs til my neighbors' windows go clang and tht old man staying across of me won't even dare to look over anymore.