it's been a while.
so i'm back to not sobering up.haha. since Holy Week, three times a week of drinking is average.

logged in to CRS to view my grades for last sem. as i've anticipated, got a high grade in Speech and got a 5 from the neurotic prof. pakyu! you don't even know how to construct a sound e-mail and you have the nerve to fail a couple of us in your class! i'm not even close to being sad. i am furious you lazy-psycho-grammatically-incorrect-when-speaking-in-english biatch!you can't even speak in straight english and you call yourself a teacher of THE university? actually, you failing me is not what's making me mad, it's you failing my friend who's supposed to graduate on time.taena! you don't have the freaking right! errr, maybe you have or of course you have because you're her adviser. oh yeah, and do you have any idea why they call you an adviser? you're supposed to guide them through their theses. oh wait, you didn't advise them and you even forgot the things they did over the semester. my god! you are one of the reasons why i don't freakin' believe in the credibility of the academe anymore or why i don't believe that you should gauge a person based on the grades s/he has on paper.


get a life biatch! i wish i won't see you in the department or i'll slap your ugly-melting-with-too-much-not-the-right-color-tone-foundationed face.

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