Hello blog..
3 things making me sad:
- I was told that a friend of mine has passed away
- I am given a D and a (-0.5) for marketing
- A friend
I couldn't believe that she's gone. She's so nice, friendly and she always looks happy. I overheard that all she really want is to get married. But due to the bike accident... you know. For those of you who have just had your bike license, please take care. If you have been experiencing accidents frequently(at least twice) after you receive your license, I strongly advice that you stop biking or get yourself more familiarize with it before you decide to drive on the road. I may not have a bike license, but I do have experience in driving one.
Secondly, I receive a D and (-0.5) for my marketing. Now I feel so tired of it. I am close to giving up now. I am interested in marketing but I realize that the module is just not my strength. I am outdated on the current market - I am clueless what's new and what's not and what's god-knows-what. I should not have taken the modules that will pull my GPA down. *sigh*
Lastly, I will not have time to work NOR DO I EVEN LIKE MY JOB. That makes me sad and angry. To make things worse, I have just met someone who is very selfish and I did not know that someone that selfish even existed. Sorry, don't get offended if you read this, it is not meant to offend anyone but just to tell the REASON that make me more sad. All he cares is about himself and nothing else. No one else should be better than him or richer than him. Anyone who is better will be hated by him. I really wish you will change. I truly find it childish.
I may be playful, but I am most of the time preoccupied. I hardly tell others my emo-ism cos' of 2 things:
1) I don't think anyone have the time to help me.
2) My verbal communication is sometimes difficult to understand (i am a non-linguist)
So that's why, I am throwing the trash on my blog. For some people who have seen me so quiet out of a sudden. I'm sorry, but I get sleepy and (mentally)tired quite easily..
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