For the very first time, my 'BF' made me think real hard on how am I suppose to write my essay and everything.. BLAH...BLAH...BLAH. This is definitely the wrong time to play games with me. The essay itself is like a combination of numbers similar to the one in the movie: Saw. Looks like blogging is one way of venting my frustration, anger and telling the whole WORLD that it's about time that I rest my eyes for the day!
Scrapbook??? Oh come on! For goodness sake! We are not school kids anymore! Don't you understand? Examinations would be much more appropriate for students like us. THIS is so getting us nowhere.
Out of the blue, REFLECTION AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT knocked on my door and with their grade-filled eyes, they begged me to complete them. How can I ever have the heart to say NO?! Live or Die, I'll have to make a CHOICE and it seems the only choice is to FORCE my eyes to stay wide open till I wrap them up!
ETC: some people including the dictionaries say et cetera
Well, I say Estimated Time of COMPLETION (wondering what time would that be)??
Mustering the final straw of my energy to silence my assignment once and for all! GOD, please give me strength!
