I was quite pissed today, despite the fact it was the LAST day of my exams. Something unfortunate happened.
As I'm writing this, I'm not in a good mood because I'm tired, it's hot and I feel shitty. I don't know where my handphone has disappeared to, so I'm upset and worried and my coping mechanism for this is to be bitchy and write about it. When people pass by me, I make unpleasant remarks in my head like "You so look like an auntie." and "That's right, cut in front of me. What a gentleman you are." and "That is f-ugliest shirt I ever saw!"... I get mean, I get grouchy.
But I suppose it's not as weird as my coping mechanism for fear because when I'm very scared I have this strange tendency to want to laugh.
I could barely suppress my laughter this morning. It would have been very unwise to suddenly start laughing in the middle of the crowd, so I tried to keep my mouth shut.
Yes, it could also be due to the fact that this was my last paper.
Anyway, I'm kinda resigned to the fact my phone is missing. I mean, yes, it upsets me, we've been through so much together, but oh well, it happens. I'll get a new phone. Maybe some nice person will find it and return it to me if it's really missing. Or if it's stolen I hope that jerk who took it breaks his leg. If that's the worst curse I can come up with, I really need help. I hope that jerk who took it has his f-ing hand cut off and his legs broken. How's that?
The rest of the day got worse because I was in some kind of stupid daze and got on the wrong transport vehicle, not once, but twice! I took 151 to god-knows-where (Dunearn Rd I think) and got onto 171 which dropped me off at the Newton station. You think that's all? No. I got onto the North-bound train and reached BRADDELL before I realised I was on the wrong train. Right. Only that the Braddell station has the really weird layout and you can only see one line at the waiting area. IOW I panicked for a while before I exited that side of the station to realise that the two sides of the station were seperated. I am so angry. SO ANGRY.
And the horror of the exam! Do they expect us to write 12 pages in 2 hours?! YES, APPARENTLY BECAUSE THEY SAID NOT MORE THAN 6 PAGES PER TOPIC! Which means they actually thought I could exceeed the 12 page limit. ME? 12 pages in 2 hours?! ME WHO ONLY WROTE 6 PAGES FOR MY LIT EXAM?! And the examination room was so damned cold, and they took their own sweet time collecting the scripts while my fingers were getting frost bite. GRRRRR.
ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH ARGH.
LIFE SUCKS! (or at least life today did.)
I really got to the point that I wished this day never happened. Yes, really.
:: nimezs @ 10:35 pm [+] ::
