you’re not even remotely hot. or smart. okay maybe you have a good figure, but good figures don’t go far if you have neither beauty nor brains. i bet you don’t even read.
sometimes my own venomousness shocks me. other times it just serves as a shield.
anyhow, i realized that i am actually on the path of education not for the paper chase, nor for any form of satisfaction or interest, but to merely escape being in the real world, and to be a student and live (shamelessly)off my father.
i think my paper chase at the end of five years will actually result in something, but i will probably have no use for them papers. perhaps that’s why i have no motivation whatsoever to quicken/shorten this paper chase. because the longer it takes, the happier the escapist in me becomes.
so yeah, whether it’s a private university, polytechnic or junior college, i really don’t care.
after my requisite paper chase to make my parentals happy, i might just take off to be flighty, frivolous, and happy-go-lucky. i think i’ll forever be so young inside. immature, but who cares? i just want my four beautiful children with dimples and a maid(of course).
i am disappointed with how frivolous i am.
on a lighter note, 83 more days!
