i have a lot of pent-up anger. i have to first apologize to yanhui for splashing her with water in the morn today. she's been so gracious about it. thanks (wo)man!

group projects are like funerals. they take the life of me. they suck out the last bit of my breath. my hair is falling like crazy cos i am feeling so immensely stressed. I HATE GROUP PROJECT. how many times have i said it? i dont hate the people. i mean, this group, i have totally absolutely nothing against. we have our differences. i dont like compromising. i dont like changing my schedule because you cant make it. i hate it when we dont accomplish anything in the time we do. i dont like having to accomodate to people and having to look immensely happy about it. i hate the fact that i stayed in the library till five today to do ALL my research for my 10 day break only to have to go back the next day. i hate the fact that i have to share my breathing space with someone else. i bet you think the same way. i have nothing against the people really. i love people. in a strange kind of way. i love people who are far away, as in dont invade my personal space. i need space to breathe. my nose has been blocked. i need more fresh air.

sexy change*

anyway, we did pretty well for our tutorial presentation today. in the earlier lesson - 1030-1130, dr wang said - i dont remember my students' name well. then between 1330-1430, he said this: .. as SHIRLEY has mentioned.. hehhee. the world was shocked that he knows my name. anyways, its either i did really badly for my exams last year or i have been scribbling rubbish too much during his class lately. i drew an ultimate tragedy today. i was feeling really frustrated during his class today that i felt that i couldnt listen but i was still writing incessantly on my notes. i kept spelling wrongly today. i hardly make a correction on my paper. today i cant spell exaggeration. i tried like three times. i gave up. a man hangs himself. under his shelter is a thunderstorm, lightning and all. coming down hard on his shelter is a big heavy elephant. under him is a big pin, screaming of tetanus. in front of is a gun, waiting to shoot. he is bound to die. poor man.