I’m sick of being a stinking student, a uni bum, in poverty and highly stressed. This is not life, man. Life is being paid to endure your stress and get career burnout by the time you’re 30, not Uni burnout before you even hit 25!! Life is sipping piña colada in Jamaica in the afternoon, being surrounded by the likes of Depps, Clooneys and Pitts and flying off to Ibiza at night. With Liam Neeson, Rufus Sewell and the Il Divos in tow. Aaaaaah.

Note to all high school students out there: think hard. Think twice. Think trice. Think thousand million times before you decide you want to go into medicine. Medicine takes you 7 years of full blown tertiary education to be legit. I can’t even begin to imagine how they could stand that long studying and PAYING for their stress. This is too much, man.

Aside from rich ungrateful kids and some Asian kids (read “brat”) getting handsome monthly handouts from their clueless dotting parents (seriously man, your kids are not spending those money buying textbooks and paying note printing costs. Orange and vodka anyone?), I don’t know anyone who is not working two jobs just to keep up with bills. I moved to another place to escape bills (it’s included in the rent) and yet I still have to hold down two jobs—three once, until I realized that being Superwoman is not gonna cut it—to make ends meet. And that is just me. I have yet to tell you horror stories of accounting students with 3 part time jobs, law students with multiple part time jobs on top of all the humongous readings they have to endure (plus weekly assignments, plus weekly homeworks, plus…OMG, how do you guys survive, really?).

We university students might look like a prestige, intellectual set of lots, but hell, behind the scenes you really have no clue.

I have a total of 11 chapters to read before this week ends. I’m not even sure how it got THAT monumental. I’ve always been ahead of my readings. This week I looked at the prescribed reading and was shocked at the sheer amount. And to tell you the truth, those of you who are taking this subject like mine, CHAPTER 12 IS COMPLETE WHACK. “Why am I reading this?” I ask myself. But having been raised and educated in Malaysia, kiasuism is one of the quality you posses.

So I read. And read. And felt even more stupider.

So if you guys have the ability to be confident that the world will not come to an end because you skipped a chapter, please skip chapter 12.

(Hint: it has too many research and studies that we don’t need to know but end up having to read anyway to find out how they come to the final conclusion. And let’s face it, who cares how they came up with that conclusion?)

In addition to that, a huge catastrophe that had just befell me.

I just ran out of toilet paper.

Oh horror.

No more chocolate factory from the poop chute til I get some new ones!

(P.S: Did I JUST said that?)

(P.S.S: OMG! Like, I totally did!)

(P.S.S.S: Poop chute, hahahaha! I crack myself up sometimes, hahahaha!)

(P.S.S.S.S: What is the legal amount of Ss after P in P.Ss?)

(P.S.S.S.S.S: Who cares!)

(P.S.S.S.S.S.S: Uh, NSFW from poop chute reference. Uhm. Yeah. I guess.)