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Thursday, October 12, 2006

econs doesn't like me.

12:34 AM
sometimes (did i say sometimes? i think i meant all the time), this is what i feel about econs.

when you've got tutorials to do which are so bloody hard and are so time consuming and so mathsy, this picture echoes my sentiments exactly. chinaman bastard, can you not set questions that you haven't covered yet in lecture? gah.

and also when i study for IO tests and i still end up getting a ZERO. oh fuckety fuck. the ultimate humiliation is when jinling AND keelong laugh at me! you bitches, how can you? where are the words of consolation? the 'don't worry nooj it'll be fine!'? all i get his keelong's characteristic walrus like nasal cackle and jinling's bimbotic giggle. ah sigh. and you nice IO man, can you learn how to use punctuation? your questions are deprived of fullstops. sangat confusing lah dei. we even wished you happy deepavali in the feedback form. ='(


goodbye, world!
*exits with a luxurious sob and hand on forehead*

(sorry, stage direction is a result of typing theatre studies essay for 3 days.)



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