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read between the lines
my advertising teacher sux i feel morose rite now. what had been a pleasant and peaceful evening now turns to slight worry and stress. my advertising teacher.....he really really has no heart. remember that time i said he was an insensitive jerk? well, today just confirms it.....n yes, it has got sth to do with my ad analysis assignment. i mean, how was i to know he collects papers till 2.30pm today?! i only handed in my ad at 3.30pm....i mean, he didn't even warn us thru email or sth! n to top it all off, i am ALREADY one day late (see previous post).....n now what does this mean? two days late, just becos i handed it in past 2.30 today? that means 20% off (from the total, which amounts to 20% of my grade) my ad assignment!!!! mite as well fail this one!!!!i relly relly relly dunno. all i noe, is he posted up this stupid alert on my sch's online noticeboard saying "as of 2.30, the following ppl have not submitted their ads..." now i gotta wait for his reply to my email. n i'm almost sure he's gonna reply: "yes, you now have 20%, not 10%, shaved off your assignment. so u can expect to fail this assignment." will i even pass this module after i receive the shocking, almost-confirmed news? i really don't know!!! sigh.....sigh.......sigh........sigh.........sigh. n another thing i want to rant about: this stupid disgusting chinese man in the blue shirt....he like, nearly molested me in the bus. filthy filthy man....first, he was in such a rude rush to get into the bus at kranji, that he just cut the queue i was in and slammed into my hair when i was getting up the bus. jerk! n then, when i get up, this disgusting man kept keeping his butt in contact with the side of my hips. like, yucks! cos the bus was packed n we were all standing up....n everytime the bus braked, this horrible man was the only jerk who slammed into me n didn't even bother trying to avoid me. it was like he was trying to sidle up to me.....i felt so terribly disgusted. euughh......n it's not like i cud do anything this time, cos my bag was slung on the other side of my shoulder (on my right), and the bus was packed in such a way that i was only able to use my right hand to hold on to the railing. so i cudn't use my bag to protect me this time. anyway, he is a sick, horrible man. he's up there among the perverts at customs....i mean, sure, i've felt worse pervs coming on to me before, but he's definitely one of them, even if his wasn't so aggressive. but other than these 2 horrible things, today went rather fine. i did get to spend some quiet time alone (n some with god too la), so it's good that my procrastinating side of me didn't come out there. but i still felt.....like i shud've spent more time praying, esp in some areas. but somehow i felt rather uncomfortable praying in such a moderately busy place.....so that's why i'm gonna stay up super late tonite for a different reason (that is, to continue my conversation with god) ;). anyway i feel so stressed when i think about my ad assignment.....n u can be sure that is one of the things i'm definitely praying for tonite. sigh.....it makes me sweat when i think about it....i mean not relly sweat, but i can feel i'm so stressed that my blood somehow feels warmer, y'noe? that's how i feel when i'm stressed.....n the most it can go is it can make me sweat and shake uncontrollably like i have a tick or sth....but nope, don't think i'll let myself panic so much until like that tonite..... but, placing that aside for awhile n coming back to my topic about feeling uncomfortable talking to god in public....yeah...tonite i relly wished once again that they actually did have that concept that they have in japan.....rentable cubicles or rooms....with plush sofas, a coffee table n a few comics inside.....n available drinks n snacks on call. yeah, i saw that in japan hour i think, a few years back.....sigh. i really really would love a room of my own, even for a day. i mean, even my sch library, those partitions....they're not soundproof, i realised, which relly sucks. cos not only can you hear someone's laptop music playing in the next partition n someone else laughing away in the next, but they can hear you too when you pray. ok, so rooms like that do somewhat exist in singapore.....n they're called hotel rooms, hahaha....but they're so out of my budget!!! n super costly, even for the cheapest room in a safe neighbourhood.....becos sing money is more than twice the currency here anyway.......it's relly too bad i can't stay on my own in singapore. or anywhere on my own, for that matter. (anywhere that's near enuff to return to my dogs i mean) |
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