i am VIVIAN.
i study in singapore polytechnic.
i like to
DOODLED at 8:03 PMHAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYYYY.
sorry if i was bitchy about our project. you KNOW how strung up i am about school work. i cant tolerate half hearted efforts, and i cant afford to screw anything up in poly. i only have one shot. =\
i was SOOOO bitchy. could have slapped myself. =D
in fact, i'm a nagging piece of shitty bitch. always yelling at my group members to stop digressing and to move on with our discussion, "SHH!", "eh okay come on to our next point", "ok enough lets come back!", yada yada blah blah blah. and i always give a totally pissed face when everyone goes back to digressing again and again.
seriously, i dunno how the girls stand it. -_-
if you're not rich, not smart, you gotta be extra extra hardworking to make up for all of that.
and i'm not working hard enough. damn damn damn. =(
dont wanna be an ordinary nothing for the whole of my life, and then just die like that. i want everyone to remember vivian ang when she leaves this world, as someone who did something in her life. something strong, something impactful.
life is so so short.
dad keeps bugging me to come home to eat, and its freaking annoying. dammit. i know its unfilial to say that and he's just being daddy-ish. BUT i'm just not used to having someone breathing down my neck all the time. i'm used to total, complete freedom, and i like it just like that.
i kinda broke the news to my mum about year 3 attachment at florida disneyworld, and the first thing she says,
"where the hell am i gonna get freaking $7000 from?!"
so vivian says "but but, if i didnt get the scholarship, you would have needed to pay for my school fees right? then how were you going to pay for that initially?"
"that one i have to find ways when the time comes lah!"
-_-
so much for my dreams, really.
money is so fucking important.
i'm not gonna let anyone, anything, compromise my goals. sorry.
tag
DOODLED at 8:03 PMHAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYYYY.
sorry if i was bitchy about our project. you KNOW how strung up i am about school work. i cant tolerate half hearted efforts, and i cant afford to screw anything up in poly. i only have one shot. =\
i was SOOOO bitchy. could have slapped myself. =D
in fact, i'm a nagging piece of shitty bitch. always yelling at my group members to stop digressing and to move on with our discussion, "SHH!", "eh okay come on to our next point", "ok enough lets come back!", yada yada blah blah blah. and i always give a totally pissed face when everyone goes back to digressing again and again.
seriously, i dunno how the girls stand it. -_-
if you're not rich, not smart, you gotta be extra extra hardworking to make up for all of that.
and i'm not working hard enough. damn damn damn. =(
dont wanna be an ordinary nothing for the whole of my life, and then just die like that. i want everyone to remember vivian ang when she leaves this world, as someone who did something in her life. something strong, something impactful.
life is so so short.
dad keeps bugging me to come home to eat, and its freaking annoying. dammit. i know its unfilial to say that and he's just being daddy-ish. BUT i'm just not used to having someone breathing down my neck all the time. i'm used to total, complete freedom, and i like it just like that.
i kinda broke the news to my mum about year 3 attachment at florida disneyworld, and the first thing she says,
"where the hell am i gonna get freaking $7000 from?!"
so vivian says "but but, if i didnt get the scholarship, you would have needed to pay for my school fees right? then how were you going to pay for that initially?"
"that one i have to find ways when the time comes lah!"
-_-
so much for my dreams, really.
money is so fucking important.
i'm not gonna let anyone, anything, compromise my goals. sorry.