It has been a rough time for me this week. So busy with everything. Wanted to find someone to talk to and listen to me but can't.
My FYP report is at page 50 right now, 70% done. My estimation is that it will reach 60 pages. But somehow or rather I feel that it is really a lousy piece of work. There are some things that I am unable to link up together. Although I know my 'smoking' skills for writing report is quite good, but this time round I am really unable to smoke anything through. The results I obtained just doesn't make any sense to me. So much so I feel like changing the results to suit what I think.
60 pages will be a piece of crap really. A whole lot of lousy work.
I can't believe I produced such a piece of masterpiece as my final year report.
To me, every other thing does not matter anymore.
I just want to graduate.
That's it.
I will be the happiest girl on earth the day I say goodbye to a university who has deprived me of my opportunities to succeed in life, and who has held me captive in a major I absolutely abhor for 4 years. I am amazed by how I manage to pull through for these 4 years, making sense of nothing from the numerous theories imparted by professors whose language are like some kind of alien language to us.
Thanks huh, NTU.
