Today is the first time.
The first time ever I feel like giving up….

…giving up studying.

I asked myself, what am I doing?
Why am I studying?

I feel so so stress, I can take those pressure no more.
I feel like quiting, I feel like quiting straight away.
I feel like giving up the degree, I feel like giving up everything.

The whole stress thing, the pressure, nearly make me cry.
I’ve never in my life feel this stress till the extend where I feel like crying.
Till the extend where I say I don’t want to study, that’s really not me.

Thanks a lot to my World Englishes lecturer for giving me all this stress.
The hardest subject ever I’ve taken in my whole life.
Give us damn articles which is not at all easy and ask us to hand in journal on Wednesday. Like what? 2 days time?
Cool, like that’s not enough; there’s another one and we have to hand in on next Monday.
What’s even cooler is that this Friday there’s a so call quiz which consist of 12 freaking chapters.
And what’s even more cooler is that the finals are here in two weeks time.

What on earth is that. For the whole damn semester he don’t wanna give quizzes, but choose to give it at this moment where the finals are coming.
Its called quiz, hello. Which quiz will consist 12 freaking chapters? Might as well call it as final.
I think this lecturer wanna torture us. And then there’s still a final project.
And and and, he’s so stupid, he never breakdown the percentage for us. How will I know how many percentage the so call quiz contain, bloody hell.

I regret taking this subject. Some of my course mates asked me, ‘Why laa you go and take World Englishes? Its damn hard wei…’ and I’ll just ‘T______________________________T’.
Because I don’t know its that hard. Kill me please.

And now, my World Englishes final clash with my Media Planning’s quiz.
Why??????????????? T_____________T

I’m gonna do the damn journal today and go watch 7 Pounds tomorrow. Screw it.