i am so sick and tired right now. the whole day was so dreadful and has completely drained the shit out of me. i probably got off from the wrong side of the bed or something..no wait, i think i got ON by the wrong side of the bed, to begin with. sighs. was late for french, like always. carolyn didnt say anything about it, i would've came an hour later if it wasn't for mom's offer to pay for cab this morning. shrugs. comm skill presentation wasnt too bad. apart from chng's killer question she shot me down with: " how do you justify one's blog should be one's personal space when once you log on to the internet, nothing is personal anymore. " i was like, okay bitch, how i'm suppose to know that? and there's this classmate of mine, whom i just discovered is the second person in class who has speech deficiency. ili and i couldn't help laughing our asses off when she pronounced the word 'genre' as JENOR. wat? jenor? is that a boyan word she just made up or what? and ili was like ' kamu esok pulang aja ke pulau jenor ya pak...' ok we will so die if that classmate of ours were to stumble upon my blog. well then again, this blog is my personal space and i fucking don't have to justify for anything.

on a heavier note, argh it was so dreadful i told you so. i went to tanjong pagar (tng pgr) to collect my bodyshop pay from kelly services after lunch today. and when i reached the office, the damn lady told me it was already banked in. i tried calling so many numbers just to speak to this nix woman who told me i must collect my pay personally but it was getting confusing and on my nerves by then. they kept callin me back n claim nix wasnt in.

" but i'm already here! nix said i had to come down so i did n now ur telling me it's banked in. this is like my third time here and i really do not wish to keep coming again and again and waste money on mrt fares because i live so damn bloody far away. will you please just check if the money is already in my bank?! "

started prancing aimlessly in the building, trying to find my way to the nearest atm machine. there was already too much on my mind yet right after the other, things just have to go wrong. why is it so hard to give me the measly fifty bucks that is already months overdue?! what's with the gatal pakcik and the crowded building and the caucasian officer who practically threw me off the wall with his big ass tummy and he was so fat, my phone flew off from my hands. that bloody old man wasnt even looking forward when he was walking. argh.

in the end, my account showed that the pay was in. like THANK GOD.

it was a waste of my time, seriously. everything was. nothing helps the way i feel right now. it was all too much to bear in one single day. i hope things get better with everything else.

because i just keep feeling so much worse.



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