I keep on falling...

...into this deep, dark depression hole.

Here are the incidents which contributed to my temporary OCD (Obsessive-compulsive Disorder) which caused insomnia and an excessive usage of swear words in daily conversation:

1. My dysfunctional hostel room. Seriously. At first, the accommodation office gave me the wrong key and I couldn't lock the door for fear of locking myself outside. So I used the padlock instead. Eventually, the padlock was spoilt and I did lock myself outside anyway. And the stupid air-conditioner kept pouring water on my books!!! You heard me right. It's POURING, not dripping. Ta ma de, I didn't pay to be locked outside and to get my books all wet ok? And what the hell is wrong with the internet??? I can't even blog if my life depended on it! (Now I'm at the CC. Only place I can log in to my Blogger account.)

2. Coursework. Again, how am I ever gonna start it???!!! It's Do Or Die now!!! Better hurry up!

3. UCAS. Thank you Sue May for telling me about it. Now I can't get the UCAS application thing out of my head.

4. Attachment. Why didn't I do it during the sem break???!!! I'm such a retard.

5. Scholarship. Mom, it doesn't really matter whether I try or not. No company in a right mind will be giving me one if I submit my A-Levels result. If there is one who offers, the first thing I'd do is I'd probably check whether it's actually legal.

6. Going to SJ during the weekends. Baby arr, it's not like I don't wanna spend time with you lor. The thing is if I'm going to spend more time with you, I'm gonna have to sacrifice something else......something like......my life. Coz I'm so dead. Even without my parents knowing I'll be in SJ, I'm still barely alive.

7. Formal clothes. What if the clothes and shoes which I'll be getting on Thursday by Pos Laju don't fit??? What am I gonna wear to the Palace of Justice on Monday??? Old newspaper???

8. Mid Sessional exams. Forget about it. I'm not even sure whether I'll live to sit the mid sessional.

9. Going to UK. Forget about it. I'll be dead LONG before that day.

10. The cost of transatlantic phone calls. Least of the problems man. People won't be excepting your call when you are a dead corpse.

In conclusion,

I HATE MY LIFE!!!

Whatever, it's not like I can just drop off and die right now, right here. Sigh, am going to the library liao la. Damn sien la this entry. Buh-bye.

P/S: At least my roommate is really really nice and she gave me souvenirs from Korea (earrings! I love earrings!). And I found out that her name is actually Sin Hee. She just used Sini because she thinks it'll be easier for us to pronounce. Well, "Sin Hee" is not a problem for a Korean language fanatic like me! Hehe! Kamsahamnida unnie, for making my day!

P/P/S: WTF???!!! The prepaid reload card machine just ate my 10 bucks! Do you know how many meals I can buy with 10 bucks these days??? I've been saving like mad, eating instant noodles at least 4 times a week, for what? Certainly not for the stupid machine to eat my 10 bucks just like that! Dengz...... Can't help it. Have to swear at least once. ARGH!!!
Did I step into a really bad karma or what?!