butterfly__________

Thursday, March 23, 2006
4:50 PM

Irritation

I am irritated at you. You know who you are. I have had it. Please don't read if you are going to get irritated at me because I am irritated at you. Because I deserve to be irritated.

I just had a 2.5 hours lit paper. While doing it, I thought it was ok. As usual, after the paper, I realise I got many things I never write and other people wrote, and that I wrote different stuff from many other people. Fish. I started panicking. And hysterical, as usual, my friend was the epitome of calmness beside me. Why huh? Always so different in everything.

Then someone asked me how many pages I wrote, as usual, I told you the truth. Why tell the whole world how many pages I wrote? My words are HUGE , ok. Even if you would like to comment on it, you do not have to announce it to the world. I am damn right in saying that.

Why? what you want to do. Prove that quality does not come with quantity later if I manage to screw up this paper as well? I am like WHAT. I left in a puff.

The situation worsens as I realISE I really have many things that I never right. How?

The situation worsens to the peak as I saw an auntie in this ah ma blouse and pink colour bubble skirt. I felt like running over to her and tell her her coordination is horrendous. I wanted to be mean and do just that. But I was on the bus. Hai.

Then I saw this 16 year old girl in her pyjamas running all over the place, in public! This slinky transparent night gown at 4.15 pm in the afternoon, with her bra straps exposed. I am so irritated.

Why can't people dress properly? I continue to be irritated.

AT MYSELF. AT THE WORLD. AT BLOCK TEST.

My block test is dead. Everything is hopeless. I can only wish to perform better in future. Lep- 70% untouched. You tell me how?

butterfly___________