LiFe oF gUohU|...cHp 71
ok... i'm really pissed off now... blogger had some error and deleted the entry i typed out painstakingly a few moments ago... damn... anyway, i gotta reblog....
by the way, i din really meant to blog today... but i do really wanna vent out my frustrations... especially today...
i started the day with a wonderful morning initially... for once this sem, i did not squabble with my mum in the morning for waking me up... i am a living sleeping log these days k... for once this sem my alarm clock din suffered the fate of being whacked by me... for once my hp is not dangling in midair, with attached charger cord as its only life line. ( every morming, it either vibrate off to the edge of the table and fell off or it is displaced by yours sincerely off its original position).
everything was perfectly fine till i reach class... for once this sem, i was only 20mins late for the PEEE module k... not trying to be sarcastic, but how often can u see me being in class at the 30mins mark... anyway, i missed my usual gossiping / crapping session / sleeping session and took out my fullscape paper and started to actualize the proposed financial budget i have to come up with for the IDEAS proposal which was to be vet at the later part of the day..... i even missed the listening to lecturer k.. nt tt i am really that attentive, but i swear i do listen to him at times...
after the lesson, i hand it over to TT PERSON to take a look, hoping that HE will at least appreciate what i have done so professionally.... instead of a thank, HE gotten into his stern solemn look which almost spells " hey-i-m-the-boss. wad-i-say-is-correct. so-listen-to-me". HE started to rattle off " this is not wad i wanted, i tot we agreed on last week blah blah blah blah.... i have even asked my business sch frens and lecturer blah blah blah.....", armed with his digusting hand signs...
i did not know what came into me and started to flared up too... in response to his preach, i juz shouted " fuck la, if u have already know wad to expect, can't u juz volunteer to do it rather than me wasting so much time trying to produce something. i have done my fucking research and if u tink tt is not in sync with ur business sch frens, so be it... N dun give me tt attitude, i'm neither ur slave nor ur underlings."
after which immediately, i tore the piece of paper from my pad, packed my packed and stormed out of the class. upon the door, i gave a kick ( my right hand was injured and i can't punched the door k) and stormed out... aiming towards the nearest rubbish bin, i crushed the paper n threw it inside...
though my other classmates did pacify me me telling me tt it was nt my fault, i still cannot take it down... at leaSt i got some concrete work to show... how abt him dude...
and worst of all, i had my fuckingly poser class rep trying to act as the mediator, trying to stop the busted up, without actually knowing what actually happened... all he was trying to do was to make his presense felt and trying off his friendly-service and always-sociable nature for wad the fucked up... he did not even know wad was going on... besides, the last person i want to seek help from is a poser... damn...
i do not know what had gotten into me... i knew i wasn't like these before... the last bust-up was during my sec 2 days when planning the farewell party with hong wei... but we did patch up and remains frens till today... n the patching up was few hrs later when we both realise how hot-headed we had been...
but not today... i dun even feel that i was wrong... maybe tt's because it have been building up for a long time... it was time to let off steam...
but i dare assured that this will never be a part of me... this was the first time i was so flared up that i used more than 3 "fuck"s in an arguement and 3 "fuck"s in my language friendly, family suitable content blog... i guess i muz be really pissed...
oh boy.. there goes my day...
n i'm really pissed...
esp when i'm typing these for a second time rd...
tml will be a better day....
