yx just called me from her cell phone, apparently it's real bad there. Horrid weather, unknown girl in her room taking up her table and whom the management knew nothing about, empty halls and streets (lessons start only 2 weeks later), and everything else. Net's supposed to be up in a few hours' time, shall stay up and see. The dumbass room comes without a phone so I can't use an ICC to call, just have to wait till she gets on Skype then. Handphone bills for me going to go crazy this month. Multiple smses to the uk, us and sri lanka. And trunk calls too! Eeeks. For once I'm going to break past my $28 per month usual.

And I missed afternoon school today, wth. Fell asleep ... and guess what? I KNEW I might just fall asleep, so I set my phone alarm at 1.50pm - or so I thought. And I just found out I set it at 1.50am instead. Have to bang my head on the wall for this. Apparently one of the supervisors has been a total beast. Seriously why did they have to suggest a freaking topic (and change it, and then change it yet again I should add) when it's so difficult to do?

In essence - why cofm even in the first place? Soft subjects like these should be removed. Seriously, you don't teach stuff like the exact CABG techniques till you decide to specialise in cardiology; likewise, why the hell do we want to learn how to formulate a questionnaire and learn sampling blah blah blah for?? The cofm department is obviously trying to hard-sell itself. It's like, "oh, come and take a glimpse of what we actually do!" and hope that we learn to like it. Alas, but no ... it's just putting students off instead. At first, I thought it's a pretty lame (ok, ok, it's important - but still LAME - fricking LAME) subject, filled with softies. Hello ... look at the ladies *cough*Wong ML*cough* ... they end up looking like wet-market aunties and ah-sohs (with same style of speaking to boot and an irritating smirk that makes you want to slap their cheesy faces to the moon). Yeah, at first it was lame - now it's just plain disgusting. Just a pool of oozing, squealching goo that you have no choice but to step into (or over - I ain't gonna get tainted by the crap) just because it's set right into one tiny part of a narrow path.

If I sound vindictive, I AM. It's nothing but a waste of time.

OK, I thought venting was going to make me feel better, it didn't. Just made my blood boil - see the rusty-red billows of fumes around me? And great, just great. Now i'm both f*ing upset and angry at the same time. Really should have bought that punching bag. Stick certain tutor's printed face there and have hell of a time slapping them left right left right left right left right left right ... you get the idea. Or kick them where the genitals were supposed to be. I bet they have none in real life too - either that or mutated and warped.

Just in a plainly lousy mood tonight, everything looks fine but yet everything does not FEEL fine.