When you are doing FYP, you are really throwing your face away. literally.
First of all, you need to throw away your face to find your friends, families, people you have not talk to for a freaking long time, people you have not even talk to in your entire life to help you do surveys/interviews.
Then you must throw away your face to let people shoo you out of the supermarket because you are loitering around weirdly and suspiciously taking photos.
Finally you must throw away your face to face your tutors, let them attack you in all directions and strip all your your arguments, observation, research methods , anything you thought that are genius, and be thrown away into the landfill.
I cannot freaking believe I spent three weeks ( to make myself better, is actually just 2 weeks. because my freaking co-op ended late and I couldnt give an early start) just trying to freaking define a single word mascot. Just, a single word. And I spent 2 weeks just thinking. JUST THINKING. I only freaking browse through 1.2 books. and I cannot believe i procrastinated. I procrastinated READING EYESHIELD AND FINISHING IT ALL. Kill me please. please kill me. and for these two full weeks I feel so ever constipated. Like, Super constipated. I never feel so constipated before. and everytime I thought I had the Eureka! moment, is gone the next day. WTF. why is my mind all over the place? why am I so stupid? Why can’t I think logically? tell me why ok tell me why. I feel like shit. Like real shit.
Now i really hope that I don’t need to sleep and eat and shit. I dont want to waste time on these kind of stupid things anymore. and i cannot believe CCAC has bloody 15, 15 weeks to do their design research. How many do I have? 5. that is 1/3 the time. I hate you Hong Kong for being for being so stingy with time. I hate you hong kong for being so fast paced. and I am sad to say that I am starting to hate sleep and food. because they waste my time. but why am i wasting time here blogging? or wasting time on facebook? DAMN YOU. DAMN YOU. DAMN YOU PROCRASTINATION. DAMN YOU SLEEP. DAMN YOU MEALS. and I bloody thinks that my period is messed up AGAIN. it was so regular when I was in UK. damn you. And damn you cockroaches why you keep appearaing even though my mum cleans the house everything day and she is a clean freak and i bloody live on the 39 floor.
Damn the world. I am hateful now. and I hate myself the most.
die. Go to hell.