*mould*mould*mould*
1st I should start with a happy story. Few of us went to ronald’s house to do Applied Research I: Quantitative Methods coursework=$ Maths’ coursework…explaining maths…apani?!?! Our lecturer didn’t teach us how to do a LAB report she just gave us the paper one day and left us to do it ourselves! Luckily, gtc ask me to join them to do the coursework together, if not, die. Actually, I didn’t do much on that day, but at least can confirm those part I’ve done is correct. Hmmm..so now I left with the most important part of the report-discussion, abstract, conclusion and brief literature review. Dinner with them. We ordered 15pcs of chicken, but can’t finish it. We left it on the table…but the ants smell their way to the table and into the box =.= chicken wasted and money wasted =C nevermind, Stoner can eat the chicken. 1am when back to my room to bathe then went back to do our work again…until 5am I think zzZ tiring.
I should thanks to my beloved friend named platypus =D. After telling it all out, I feel better. At least 1 person other than me knows how I’m suffering at here… Everybody thought I’m living so good…but you’re w-r-o-n-g.
The dudes, ‘Men kick friendship around like a football and it doesn’t seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it falls to pieces’ no matter how you repair or you didn’t even try to repair, THERE IS STILL CRACKS.
When you thought your birthday is worst ever, think about me, my birthday. Is the world’s suck-est. No one can beat mine! I’d rather stay at the library doing my coursework on my birthday I think it’s better. Everything starts here. Sorry my belove boyfriend. It is all related. Dont blame me. And remember what i've told you.