The exams are around the corner again.
I'm sitting at the IRO swatting flies as I wait for the Students Services Centre to open, to pay my school fees on the first day of exam break because I'm actually afraid they might not release my results if I don't.
NTU has flooded my school mailbox and sent me a mailer to my house even reminding me that I owe them the better part of 400 bucks, compounded even more by the late fee. NTU, thou art a moneysucking bitch.
It isn't much fun chatting to anyone these days because everyone is getting a little snappy and jittery. Even a harmless joke gets pounced upon and ripped apart like a glaring faux pas, reminiscent of farting in the lift you are taking up to the ballroom for prom, nice suit and all, surrounded by a bevy of ladies in pretty dresses and perfect makeup. Could it get any worse?
Actually, yes. It would certainly get worse if you were to instinctively mouth off "Not me!" I have a pretty good feeling you'll be alone on the dance floor after that.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Massachusetts family of 6 lives off $4/wk for food
This woman must be the smartest housewife who ever lived.
Friday, November 13, 2009
I'm alive!
Ever endured a week so bad, even normalcy becomes a luxury in comparison? I think I just had one. It really makes one appreciate the small things that make life better, like getting that extra hour of sleep in, or getting to eat something you've craved in a long time as a surprise.
Yesterday I came home late after a long day and I found a tub of large KFC whipped potato waiting for me, one of my favourites. Although the day was really bad and I hadn't slept much in 3 days, just seeing that and having it to eat at midnight made me feel so much better inside.
I forgot about an irresponsible project mate, the harsh criticisms I endured from an instructor about a project draft, and the lack of sleep that resulted from thus.
Two days before, I had found myself almost at a wits' end. I just had a photoessay due at 10.15 the next morning disparaged. I was chasing my project partner for his section of a report due in two days, and here an instructor had just callously slammed my project without offering any constructive criticism.
When I messaged him about getting some feedback on my project, he sent back the answer that I did not have much time. I replied that "in a warped sense, that's where the fun starts." He told me that I had a really warped sense of humour, but he saluted it.
I was at a low, but I wanted to show him that I wasn't cowed. I gave him the best response I knew how, by putting together the best photoessay I could. It was a vindication the next day when he actually acknowledged my efforts. I had transformed my draft in just one night. But after that, I still had to spend the whole day tying up several other projects.
The potatoes warmed me inside. Amazing how starchy things can make up for a day that countless other people ruined just by existing. I'm in love with starchy tubers in gravy.
Yesterday I came home late after a long day and I found a tub of large KFC whipped potato waiting for me, one of my favourites. Although the day was really bad and I hadn't slept much in 3 days, just seeing that and having it to eat at midnight made me feel so much better inside.
I forgot about an irresponsible project mate, the harsh criticisms I endured from an instructor about a project draft, and the lack of sleep that resulted from thus.
Two days before, I had found myself almost at a wits' end. I just had a photoessay due at 10.15 the next morning disparaged. I was chasing my project partner for his section of a report due in two days, and here an instructor had just callously slammed my project without offering any constructive criticism.
When I messaged him about getting some feedback on my project, he sent back the answer that I did not have much time. I replied that "in a warped sense, that's where the fun starts." He told me that I had a really warped sense of humour, but he saluted it.
I was at a low, but I wanted to show him that I wasn't cowed. I gave him the best response I knew how, by putting together the best photoessay I could. It was a vindication the next day when he actually acknowledged my efforts. I had transformed my draft in just one night. But after that, I still had to spend the whole day tying up several other projects.
The potatoes warmed me inside. Amazing how starchy things can make up for a day that countless other people ruined just by existing. I'm in love with starchy tubers in gravy.
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