Saturday, April 12, 2008
Fuck (be ready for more effing ahead). We failed our communications research report. Ru messaged me at 2.30am telling me our professor has already graded our report and emailed us our grade, which is 4.5 out of 10. My heart just dropped from my chest to my ankles, and I immediately checked our email while fumbling with the phone to call Shar up. I knew she was sleeping and this call could possibly irritate Zhen Jie as well, but I had to call and let her know the bad news. Yes, the impact was that enormous for this kind of immediacy in the middle of the night during a study break.
FUCKING HELL. First time ever in my life I failed a report. First fucking time, out of 46 projects I have done in my entire life, I FAILED a report. I don't look to well to the presentation grade because his comments were far from positive as well. I can already see my first 'C-' in school. The exam is only 20%, presentation and report constitute 50%, so save the typical comforting to work harder for the finals. Hence the more I don't quite understand why he had to send us our grade a week before the paper: to signpost us to work harder or let us know the bad news asap? WHATEVER, you just failed us without blinking an eye. I'm not that dumb to realise the additional 0.5 mark was out of sympathy.
I was on the line with Ru and Shar for 1 1/2 hours. Three of us are utterly traumatised, wondering what the hell did we do wrong or what did we not do to deserve such a lousy grade. During his consultations, the prof was very encouraging and said he looked forward to seeing our final presentation. The checkpoint with our client was unexpectedly affirmative. It's a nightmare, downright nightmare.
I was intending to hit TWC notes and another seminar of MS when I learnt about the report's tragedy. So what if I repeatedly ask "why" in my head, so what if we spent so much effort in taking down observations at the rurally situated supermarkets and risk being caught taking photographs, so what if the prof just favoured other groups who were researching on explicitly luxury products when luxury should not be defined by consumer segments as mentioned by the client, so fucking what?
It's been half an hour since I hung up on the phone with Shar. Was listening to Clazziquai before everything happened. Now I'm listening to this superbly sad soundtrack from My Name is Kim Sam Soon. (you can catch it on http://youtube.com/watch?v=GF5f2g753j0&feature=related) A The TWC notes was only 8 slides, yet I took so long to digest the information, I was erasing and rewriting my notes over and over again. My father asked me to type an invoice for him, and I clicked 'print' without feeding paper in the printer and the printer jammed. I thought I could finally sleep before 2.30am to slowly commence adjusting my biological clock, but I told Ru I guess I would only do so later at 12pm.
I was damn pissed trying to crack the safe code in the Shinra Manor mansion while playing Crisis Core, went online to check the walkthrough for the code and the writer said the code was randomly determined by the game; the player had to manually count the items in the four rooms. And so I did, from the books on top on the bookshelf, scattered on the carpet, dumbapples on the cabinets, can of dumbapple concentrate on the floor, counted repeatedly like mad, wrote all the possible number combinations down, and still I can't solve it. I'm so mad now, I think Zack could kill all the monsters within 15 seconds and use incredible materia (magic) to wipe them out. For fuck.
Anyway I went swimming at my sister's place with boo. Expected to have a lot of fun, but didn't. Exam stress hitting me hard I think. I'm dropping a lot more hair than usual, and I'm really upset. I don't have a lot of hair to start with, and my long locks are 50% of the problem. I really really like having long hair, so I'm going to see a doctor about it or buy some expensive minimize hair-loss shampoo. My sister's friend had an injection in her scalp to stimulate hair growth because one particular area was bald. She is only 28, she has short hair but thick hair, and this kind of shit happens. What about me then.
Watched Teeth (Vagina Dentata) with boo, lambie and cai tao. My first R21 movie. And like fuck. Waste my money, and waste my trip traveling to PS to watch it (movie is only playing at PS and Vivo). Seems like toothed vagina descended from folk lore and represents a symbol of aggression in women, or of weapons that they can use to rape and kill men. In many of the stories, apparently the women marry the men who detoothed their vaginas and made them safe. So cheem one, I don't know how to appreciate this kind of literary movie because the plot is really so stupid. There is one scene when the guy's penis got cut off, drop from below the girl's vagina, and his black Labrador runs to eat it up, and spits out the penis head still attached with a earring. Another guy drowned in the lake after his penis got cut off (presumably he was in too much pain to swim and stay above the water) and a few days later a tiny white crab was feasting on his detached manhood. Like WTF.
It's nearing 5am. Few minutes ago Papa told me not to be too upset. Maybe I'll take a look at sunshine near his cage and feel better. But I doubt so. Here's how the little baby looks like munching on a broccoli:
I'm going to hit MS. And look forward to meeting my boo after he knocks off. Although of late the PSP has taken over his place (temporarily), but games don't last forever, do they? And he just bought a $70.00 Smash Hit Brothers Wii game. Quits aite.
FUCKING HELL. First time ever in my life I failed a report. First fucking time, out of 46 projects I have done in my entire life, I FAILED a report. I don't look to well to the presentation grade because his comments were far from positive as well. I can already see my first 'C-' in school. The exam is only 20%, presentation and report constitute 50%, so save the typical comforting to work harder for the finals. Hence the more I don't quite understand why he had to send us our grade a week before the paper: to signpost us to work harder or let us know the bad news asap? WHATEVER, you just failed us without blinking an eye. I'm not that dumb to realise the additional 0.5 mark was out of sympathy.
I was on the line with Ru and Shar for 1 1/2 hours. Three of us are utterly traumatised, wondering what the hell did we do wrong or what did we not do to deserve such a lousy grade. During his consultations, the prof was very encouraging and said he looked forward to seeing our final presentation. The checkpoint with our client was unexpectedly affirmative. It's a nightmare, downright nightmare.
I was intending to hit TWC notes and another seminar of MS when I learnt about the report's tragedy. So what if I repeatedly ask "why" in my head, so what if we spent so much effort in taking down observations at the rurally situated supermarkets and risk being caught taking photographs, so what if the prof just favoured other groups who were researching on explicitly luxury products when luxury should not be defined by consumer segments as mentioned by the client, so fucking what?
It's been half an hour since I hung up on the phone with Shar. Was listening to Clazziquai before everything happened. Now I'm listening to this superbly sad soundtrack from My Name is Kim Sam Soon. (you can catch it on http://youtube.com/watch?v=GF5f2g753j0&feature=related) A The TWC notes was only 8 slides, yet I took so long to digest the information, I was erasing and rewriting my notes over and over again. My father asked me to type an invoice for him, and I clicked 'print' without feeding paper in the printer and the printer jammed. I thought I could finally sleep before 2.30am to slowly commence adjusting my biological clock, but I told Ru I guess I would only do so later at 12pm.
I was damn pissed trying to crack the safe code in the Shinra Manor mansion while playing Crisis Core, went online to check the walkthrough for the code and the writer said the code was randomly determined by the game; the player had to manually count the items in the four rooms. And so I did, from the books on top on the bookshelf, scattered on the carpet, dumbapples on the cabinets, can of dumbapple concentrate on the floor, counted repeatedly like mad, wrote all the possible number combinations down, and still I can't solve it. I'm so mad now, I think Zack could kill all the monsters within 15 seconds and use incredible materia (magic) to wipe them out. For fuck.
Anyway I went swimming at my sister's place with boo. Expected to have a lot of fun, but didn't. Exam stress hitting me hard I think. I'm dropping a lot more hair than usual, and I'm really upset. I don't have a lot of hair to start with, and my long locks are 50% of the problem. I really really like having long hair, so I'm going to see a doctor about it or buy some expensive minimize hair-loss shampoo. My sister's friend had an injection in her scalp to stimulate hair growth because one particular area was bald. She is only 28, she has short hair but thick hair, and this kind of shit happens. What about me then.
Watched Teeth (Vagina Dentata) with boo, lambie and cai tao. My first R21 movie. And like fuck. Waste my money, and waste my trip traveling to PS to watch it (movie is only playing at PS and Vivo). Seems like toothed vagina descended from folk lore and represents a symbol of aggression in women, or of weapons that they can use to rape and kill men. In many of the stories, apparently the women marry the men who detoothed their vaginas and made them safe. So cheem one, I don't know how to appreciate this kind of literary movie because the plot is really so stupid. There is one scene when the guy's penis got cut off, drop from below the girl's vagina, and his black Labrador runs to eat it up, and spits out the penis head still attached with a earring. Another guy drowned in the lake after his penis got cut off (presumably he was in too much pain to swim and stay above the water) and a few days later a tiny white crab was feasting on his detached manhood. Like WTF.
It's nearing 5am. Few minutes ago Papa told me not to be too upset. Maybe I'll take a look at sunshine near his cage and feel better. But I doubt so. Here's how the little baby looks like munching on a broccoli:
I'm going to hit MS. And look forward to meeting my boo after he knocks off. Although of late the PSP has taken over his place (temporarily), but games don't last forever, do they? And he just bought a $70.00 Smash Hit Brothers Wii game. Quits aite.