Secondly, I HAVE BIRTHDAY PARTIES TO ATTEND THIS WEEKEND and I’ve not started on ANYTHING for RI. I don’t have the complete set of notes as well. I shall print tomorrow and study tomorrow and friday. So I can enjoy on both weekends and study again on Monday. Paper is on Tuesday, correct me. Calculus, I shall keep my fingers crossed.

Thirdly, CLASS CHALET IS COMING! It’s on the 13th peepos! Yes, directly after our calculus paper, @NSRCC and check-in after 2pm. But there’s problem with checking in, they need 21 and above to do so.

Forthly, I suspect I’m suffering from Polish Hoarder Disorder (PHD). I can’t stop buying nail polish! I can’t survive with ugly nails. I JUST FEEL A NEED TO HAVE MY NAILS COLORED. I don’t buy because I want to apply them. I buy because I feel I NEED TO OWE THEM. I change my nail color every 2 days or so, before I had gel nails on. New releases make me go crazy. I need them as much as I need my food and clothes. Recently, I went into china glaze web and I got hooked again. I’ve been choosing and choosing and choosing. Finally, I shortlisted 20 of them. If you own them, please tell me which colors are not worth getting. Thank you.

Lastly, it should be time for me to get to bed. Good luck to those that are having their exams, rushing their MP and going for SIP and OSIP.

Till then!

p.s. Credits to whoever picture i had used. I got them from google image search. Thank you!
p.s.s. Search for color swatch before you get any of them online, they are often very useful. Some that I visit are
http://polishhoarderdisorder.blogspot.com
http://kelsealaurel.blogspot.com/
http://www.lacquerized.com/
and http://happyberrynaiad.blogspot.com/ (local)
Happy surfing!

In my entire 3 life in poly, I’ve seen many kinds of people. There are people that listen to one person’s talking and follow blindly. But little did they know, this person is always talking tales about them to others. I’ve finally understood the meaning of pot calling kettle black. With that one finger that she is pointing at others, the other 4 fingers are pointing at her. I’ve seen someone’s acting even better than Mediacorp artist. She’s able to cry and laugh in a matter of split seconds. Her tears are running like water tap while her laughters are earthquake to animals. I’ve also seen someone that can lie over every single thing on earth. That includes her personal life and everyone around her. Actually sometimes, I feel people like this are quite pathetic; they had to resort to doing such insulting things to get people’s attention. And things they did include cursing themselves and parents. Anyway, all of the above mentioned are doings of ONE SINGLE PERSON. Just imagine, how scary this person is.

And to those idiots that have not seen her true face and still believes in whatever she says, one day you will realize how superficial and scary this person is. And to that person, just prepare your tomb and coffin, you’re too scary and deserve to die anytime because you’re beyond cure.

I am still sitting by my window enjoying the wind. It has been so long since I last felt this peaceful. Ever since the start of study break, I’ve been feeling super relax. I’ve almost forgotten that I’m having my papers in half month time. Everyday I will wake up at whatever time I prefer and slack for the remaining of the day. This cycle repeats every day. I don’t have to fear of people creating trouble for me, nor do I have to fear of people backstabbing me, passing tales about me. But in the first place, tales passed around by the above mentioned person shouldn’t even bother me at all. Anyway back to my carefree life, I’ve not touch anything on studies. But whatever, studying a month or a week in advance doesn’t make any diff for me.

Ok, I shall get to bed now and decide where to go for shopping tomorrow. I am enjoying for all I can now before SIP nightmare comes!

And shit, I’m starting to think that people must treat me the way I treat them. And I hate people that ignore me, seriously. I don’t treat you this manner, so you shouldn’t too. When you asked for help, I did help. When I ask for help, you help unwillingly or worst still, YOU FUCKING IGNORE ME. I don’t know to feel sad or angry over it. Afterall, everyone had been telling me, I must care about myself before caring for others. But I’m not that selfish. As days go by, I felt that people around me are getting worst than selfish. And I shouldn’t share my things with them, but I can’t bring myself to do that. If I really do that, it would be the day that I’m ultimately disappointed with you. But I WON’T LET YOU BRING ME DOWN. The more you think I can’t do it, I WILL PROVE YOU WRONG. AND YOU WATCH OUT. Being high up there doesn’t mean you will be there forever, you will get pull down eventually.

Another thing, I hate to bootlick. I hate to see bootlickers. I can be good to you, but I’m not bootlicking you. But after a conversation, I realised that bootlicking is important especially if I want to achieve what I want. Especially if I want to get good results, there are many grey areas that they can make amendments.

I seriously have no idea why Im feeling so lousy this often recently. I need an avenue for me to vent all of frustrations, unhappiness. Life is more than a show, worst than a horror movie. This world is getting scarier and scarier and scarier that I don’t wish to continue. I really wish that 2012 is dooms day and it will come faster. I need to go into hibernate and quarantine myself from everyone. Don’t tell me to be strong, I wish I am too.

After Mr Roche left, going to school is really restless. Many might not feel the different, but I do. With him around, RMT is at least a little warm blooded, but now it’s almost freeze blooded. And I totally can’t bear with the doings of that big bootlicker and that smaller bootlicker that is always bootlicking that bigger one. If you think we gang up, should you question yourself? But you must be sick in the mind and I wonder if it’s the first time you plan schedule for a module. Why is everything jumbled up, mixed up? Different informations in different source, and mind you, both are planned by the same person for the same module. Empty timetable you claim you’re busy. Fine, you have many backstage work. But I just don’t like your attitude. Not everyone owe you something. Don’t speak to us like we owe you thousands of millions. And those bootlickers under you should just sleep together and die together. Don’t speak to us as and when you like. When we speak to you, you ignore. When we don’t speak to you, you pester. Are you sick in the mind or what? Mr Roche is right, even the most beautiful gardens with the most beautiful flowers needed shit to help them grow. And life is one giant test and there will always be someone who will try to tear you down. I just hate those bootlickers, especially the bigger one, period.

I do not rule out the possibility of photocopying, but I don’t think you will do it.
But there are no identical fingerprints on this earth. How can our mistakes be the same?
My mind thinks rationally, but my heart don’t.
I am going to appear as someone that always talk tales, but I can’t really care at this point of time.
You will say I’m fake, but you think I like it?
Put yourself in my shoes, if this shit happens to you know, what will you do?
This is fucking horrible.
I’m more disappointed than angry.
I thought they always say good man will get rewarded.
I want to quit school and I don’t believe people are this bad.

I’m still sad over Mr Roche’s departure. If only, all of what had happened didn’t happen, we will still have him as our tutor. But these are not for people like you, who gossip behind people’s back, to know. Seriously, I can’t stand the fake-ness in you all.

Anyway, I believe he would shine even brighter out there. Seeing his empty desk make me feel worse. Almost can’t control when he said his final goodbye to us. Verge of losing it when he specially sent me a thank you message.
Good lecturers are really hard to find.
Treasure people.

” Never let your self-worth be determined by someone else’s net worth”

“If you want to get an A, and your members don’t work. You got to work doubly hard”

I will remember it for life.

p.s. This will be the last time I call you Mr Roche, from this moment on, you’re Allen.