Life has been treating me well so far, so well that I smile to sleep. (exclude tolerating the deafening snores) So on Sunday, CXM and I, along with the others had a picnic at Botanical Garden. It was like a picnic for the both of us for GRADUATING. YES, I’m done with school officially when I received the letter yesterday. This is happiness. You guys can say it’s foolish of me by not at least try to apply for the degree course by CIA. Firstly, it’s damn costly. Secondly, I don’t wanna go through all the academic stress shit ALL OVER AGAIN and lastly, I don’t wanna be slogging in the kitchen. Period.

To tolerate doesn’t mean I am a good pushover. You bitch so much behind my back, looking so much like a fool yourself. Your existence is a joke itself already. Don’t make yourself look even more pathetic. One day when Í’m gone, it’s not because of anyone else but it’s all because of YOU.