What's on your mind, Ruwi?

It so appears I have not ranted since the lovely days of Eurovision, what with wasting several hundred bob all around Malaysia, attempting to conjure up costumes for all these themed 21sts and, oh yes, uni crap. Regardless as to whether anyone still reads this rather mindless garbage, I still need an outlet while my dad hogs the cable just to watch some bloody cricket match.

So, what's on my mind?

Several things, so to prevent my head from exploding or my fingers from bleeding from typing hyper-emotionally, I will spell out my brain in point-form.

- Assignments. Yes, we have to do that. I'd rather have them than have a subject that's 100% worth by doing the exam. But doing a so-called "mini-assignment" every bloody two-weeks? Come ON! There ain't nothing mini about it, because they expect us to pretend we're in a world where we are writing a report for managers. I have my own pretend world; over there, I shove the @#%@#$ing 10 pages of mindless dribble up their rear ends (yes, i'd divide the report into equal portions just to they ALL get a piece of it)

- My own 21st. Be it in 2 months, my parents have had me working on it for... a while. If it were upto them it would have taken up the majority of my year. Unfortunately some of their paranoia has rubbed off on me and I cant think why. Invite list, seating plans, deposits, hair, make-up, nya-gaaaaaaaaah! 'Tis a 21st, not a bloody wedding. But judging by my romantic life, who knows when that'll happen, so I think I have to oblige them this time.

- The Olympics. This time around, I couldn't give a rat's arse to be honest. Australia's doing mediocre and I dont care. It just bothers me that they take up so much TV time with their bloody re-plays. We've seen it before, if people haven't, then that's their own bloody fault.

- My neck. Why is it so sore? Is it because I slept on it wrong, with my tri-pillow halfway up my face? Or was it because I spent Saturday night at a 21st outside in the cold without a jacket, with just a feather boa? I detest the smell of Dencorub, and it stings like someone has whipped me 20 times with a wet towel.

Technically at this stage, what should be on my mind is anxiety disorders, market share analysis, buyer attitudes and activist film. But there's no room for it all.