First paper of the sem coming right up

1.5 hr away from bedtime.

6 hrs of sleep.

30 minutes to dress up, get everything in order.

30 minutes drive to school.

2 hours of last min browsing through.

3 hours level 2 Game Theory paper.

Not-too-smart people wear checked short sleeve shirts tucked in light coloured jeans and er… sports shoes?

Fucking morons with no brain replied my shhh with, “if you read up there this is the collaborative study area which means you can talk here. if you want there is still level 3 level 4…”

I shot him an i-don’t-give-a-shit-about-what-you-say-look, but out of politeness i gave a nod and went back to textbook.

Idiot who doesn’t understand what it means to be considerate.

I would love to make more unkind remark at this moment, but they would be biased and not fully justified in this context.

Anyway the small pathetic group of 3 lower their volume after this. So i reckon it’s best to focus on studies instead then in the moment of male-ego-charged create more trouble than i want for myself.

This is it lah. Back down when i should and not bring anything further than i had initially intended to just because of pride.

Like what this European exchange student whom i don’t know but have seen in library for many occasions this week remarked,  “they do it everywhere”.

2 more days to Macroecons

Pulling out my hair

Wanted to do some Macroecons qns before i sleep. But i just realised they are so tough that even with my notes i can’t do much of them.

Pissed. Argh!

Shall go get 2 hrs of sleep then. Fuck.

Lotsa fried food

Bread for dinner doesn’t work. I mean how can 6 danish pastry fill Chongky up.

Just a hopeful try.

Back here i cooked one packet of dry instant noodle and Mrs Chongky fried lotsa fish fillet and crab stick. I think i just got my sore throat from there.

*scrumble for something cooling