I declared my major this morning and checked my school email account earlier tonight and I find out that I've been allocated to the worst group possible.

My Wednesdays are so bad that I will have to spend 2 hours travelling to the campus, be there by 6PM for a tutorial that lasts ONE HOUR and then spend another 2 HOURS travelling home after 7PM.

Yes, I am starting to really hate university, so excuse me while the frustrated and extremely fed up me mull and think of the thousand and one ways I wanna kill myself (so far, shooting myself seems like the best option but of course, guns are illegal in this country).

Yes, I overreact and I do so rather often. And yes, I'm neurotic and always think of the worst scenarios possible and somehow end up getting into them. And yes, I think of suicidal thoughts a little too often for someone who's supposed to be entering the prime of her life. For a 19 year old to be so preoccupied with dying, now that's unhealthy. All in a day's work for this 'great' country. Driving 19 year olds to their graves prematurely.

So yes, please excuse me and pardon me if I appear clinically depressed (now who wants to donate some of their endorphins to me?) all because of something so trivial as the university administration thinking that it's really very easy for someone to spend 4 hours a day jostling to and fro their idiotic campus that's nowhere near the city (why do cities like Manchester, Liverpool and other great cities have universities in the heart of the city itself and the largest and oldest university in Singapore has to choose to reside so far away from the centre of Singapore travelling to it from the east almost feels like travelling to Malaysia?). The faculty thinks it's really very funny to make someone who lives 5 mins away from the airport in the extreme east of the COUNTRY travel for an hour's worth of work. AM I LAUGHGING? DO I LOOK LIKE I'M LAUGHING????

Not to mention I am condemned with a 5-day school week so I have to travel to 'Malaysia' 5 days a week, or more. Yes, NUS= 'Malaysia'.

SO excuse me while I wander off in my crazed, lunatic, manic depressed, vacant state and think of how to salvage this horrendously planned timetable. And if I'm not responsive (not replying to emails, IMs, text messages etc), please accept my apologies. They'll come naturally when this crap resolves itself (or when I resolve it).

And as a final note..


I HATE YOU, NATIONAL UNIVERSITY OF SINGAPORE!