Dayz Go By...From The Heart Of A Whiney Bitch...

In a blink of an eye, the first week of school is finally over. Ironic how fast time seems to pass. Minutes to hours to days to weeks to months & years. It would be laughable if it weren't so freaky.

Seems just like a few months ago that we first stepped into NYP, young & still wet behind the years & fresh out of secondary school. Freshmen back then, we were guided to become Orientation Guide Leaders or OGLs & now, in our last year of tertiary studies, we're all SENIORS!! Eeeeek!!

We are getting OOOOOOOOLDDDDD!! Well, what the heck. I'm not complaining. Age is inevitable.

So, here we are in the almost-freezing lab for our night class like a pair of lost lambs, Such & I. You'd think that now since we were in Year 3, there'd be no more of night class nonsense. But alas, the NYP education system sucks big-time.

At least this time around, the lecturers we got were way better than our previous semesters. We got a Comm Skills lecturer whom called us darlings right on our first day, a gatal male lecturer whom was deemed by Mori as a 40-year-old virgin but was nice enough to ask for help, another whom got all emo & didn't want to talk to us after only FOUR people turned up for his lab & a female part-time lecturer whom seemed to think Such & I were dead interested in her module, pronounced 'brackets' as 'blackets', 'problem' as 'plobem' & looked liked she could be bullied by the guys in our class. She was that nice. Like, okaaaaaay.

The only drawback was that when she came over & talked to you, you could feel faint droplets of water raining down on your skin. I would know. I got rained pretty much till I wished I had brought along with me an umbrella.

And drats; we are so mega unfortunate to be getting our night classes on a FRIDAY!! Urrrgh. We can't even enjoy ourselves on a Friday night, not to mention that we don't get to pah-toh on Wednesdays because of the teeny little fact that we don't have anybody to pah-tph with!!

What, Such & I pah-toh amongst ourselves?? No frickin' waaaaay!!

Other than that, I'd say life is somewhat okay, even if it got a little boring every now & then & we got a little whiney as we let our evil little inner bitches out for a rant. Plus, there were no shitty classmates present to make our lives more unbearable. Although the girls are slightly bitchier with stuck-up attitudes.

I swear one of them looks like she's got a problem with the whole world & seriously, you'd think she'd eaten something sour with the snobby expression that was almost always constantly pasted on her face.

Still, I longed to do my FYP again. We had so much free time on our hands!! And it didn't hurt that my supervisor was handsome Mr. Foo whom I think until now, Bunny is still lusting for. I miss Blk S Level FOUUUUUUURRRR!!

But then again, I thank my lucky stars that I was not put into FYP this semester or I'd end up with Michelle the Ballpicking-Slut-Whom-Thinks-She-Can-Get-Every-Guy, Never-Shaves-Her-Armpits-And-Thinks-She's-Part-Of-The-GB-Family Gaya & Loves-To-Act-Innocent-To-Get-What-She-Wants Vanessa. I think I'd end up screaming bloody murder if I had them as company for the entire duration of my project.

I mean like, who the HELL wants to be around those three -ewwww!! Every topic, no matter how it's been twisted & turned will somehow ALWAYS be flipped back to be about them. Them & their lives. How egoistical can one get?? Very egoistical, obviously. Their favorite topic is talking about themselves. Or their boyfriends.

*In squeaky, high-pitched voice* Oooh, my boyfriend calls me Princess, *squeals*; my boyfriend did this *squeals*, my boyfriend did that *squeals*; oooh, my boyfriend has soft & nice cheeks *squeals*; my boyfriend had group sex & kissed a lesbien while he was drunk at a club...ARGH!! Like, enough already!! Who the bloody hell wants to know what your boyfriend does or who he sleeps with!!

Nyeh, nyeh, nyeh. Like, get a frickin' life already.

It's just the first week of school but it seems like we've been here forever, what with the frequent commuting Such & I have been doing from Blk N to Blk S right after classes to pop by Jan's lab for a visit. And it always ended up with us not wanting to go for classes & her reluctant to go back to her lab just so the three of us could talk & talk & make the most out of our conversations.

Yessssssarrrrrh!! I'm a whiney bitch, I'm a whiney bitch!! I'm so whiney these days, I can't stand myself. Such & I have been a racket on the rest of the GB Family's ears, almost like fingernails on a chalkboard personified. But. Who cares!!??

Would you rather I make a lot of noise about others OR moan & groan all day long about having not found The One & needing just one The One?? One is all I ask for; oh pleeeeeeeeease God, send me a SIGN!!!

Heh.

I have been picking up some rather interesting tidbits regarding Ballpicker & her ways. Uh-huh. Ballpicker, you better watch your back. I'm just buying my time. One wrong step my way & you'll be getting what you should've gotten a long time ago.

And did I mention that our night-class lecturer sent me home, right to my loading bay area because she stays in Pasir Ris & it was along the way??

Yeah, she was that nice. And now I must work extra hard to achieve a slightly higher-than-usual grade because I feel indebted to her.

Laterz...
Lenny JC