Whew. The past week was pretty damn intense for me. Sleep deprivation (and you know how much I worship sleep!), project rushing, (EWWW KINKY KEITH JUST WALKED PAST EWWW EWWW EWWWWWWWWWWW ARRRGHHHHH URRRGHHHH SPOILED MY EYES BY WEARING A BLINDING RED SHIRT AND WALKING PAST YUCK) okay sorry sidetracked well, deadlines looming near, intensive rehearsals at SHHK... I NEED SLEEP ARHHHHHHHHHHH cheebye.
Three consecutive days of rehearsals that end around 11pm clashing with days I have project meetings and deadlines looming... then when the deadline is over, the rehearsal schedule becomes slack again WTF. If I believed God existed I'd probably be praying every night that the two schedules will actually complement each other rather than clash all the time. As a result I have to leave early from project meetings just to arrive late for rehearsals. AAARRRGGHHHHHHHHHH lanjiao.
Friday. First assesed tutorial for Social Psychology and Communication module (aka SocPsyh). Fucking screwed up the whole presentation. I don't know our grades yet but I bet I must've single-handedly murdered my SocPsyh group, consisting of Ernest, Yun 'Er and Jessica, all of whom have worked really hard and didn't screw up. What did I give to them in return? Five crappy slides, one bigass screw-up of the century and (possibly) a failing grade for this assessed tutorial. My only other consolation is that, well, according to Hector the lecturer all the groups screwed up in some way or another, and half the class already screwed the journal before that. What a screwed-up module. AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH penis.
Prior to that, I screwed up another module. Well it's not really my group's fault (LocPro group consists of Yun 'Er and Ernest again and Khairul), it's more like an unfortunate twist of events that caused a serious digitising fuck-up. Serious fuck-up. Our whole tape was rendered useless. Fucking hell man. AAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH vagina.
And last night. Or rather this morning. I had the least sleep in a year. Two frickin' hours of sleep. 'Cause you know why? CATS. No not the cute furry little cats, but the IS module we all fucking hate so fucking much we have to fucking swear as many times as possible. Creativity FUCK And FUCK Applied FUCK Thinking FUCK Skills FUCK!! Fuckity fuckity fuck fuck fuck!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!! Okay.
Well, intended schedule for Sunday was first, lunch with Nina at 12pm at Thomson Plaza, SHHK rehearsal at 4, then according to my director it should end at 8 plus so I took her word for it, and planned to rush home, wolf down dinner, shower and get to work while updating Yong Hao and Cijin (who are in my CATS group) over MSN. Once I'm done with the slides, I'd do up a crappy essay and print all necessary shit. Perhaps finish at around 1pm and time to sleep!
In reality, things went completely awry. Lunch with Nina at 12pm as usual (or rather my dear Queen of Latecoming did what she did best, oversleep and arrive 1 hour late LOL). SHHK rehearsal at 4pm, but the whole fucking thing dragged on and on and on until it ended officially at nearly 10pm. Sigh. Which means I reach home at 11pm. Which means by the time I settle down, dinner, shower and all (YES THERE WAS NO DINNER BREAK WTF), I start work at 12am and finished at 4am. Then because I have to show up early in school for one final meeting I have to get up fucking early at 6am. I actually fell asleep on top of my dad's newspapers at the food court when they went to get food. And I got so tired my mom had to help me massage my temples. Perhaps a cup of kopi C siew dai does help after all. (OMGWTF EWWWWWWW MATTHEW NG STANDING THERE EWWWWWWWW YUCK YUCK YUCK YUCK WTF BLINDING MY EYES AGAIN WITH HIS MERE PRESENCE AND BALD PATCH EWWWWWWWWW) Well for those who don't know Matthew Ng is my Art and Design lecturer. Who uses singulars in place of plurals and plurals in place of singulars, fucks up his grammar a lot and calls us "FLERM STOODENTS". (OHNOES SCARY OVERENTHUSIASTIC EVANGELISTS APPROACH ME REALLY SCARY OH NO HELP ME HELP ME OR JUST KILL ME I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!! ARGH!!! DIG ME A HOLE TO ESCAPE NOW!!!! Whew. They gave up after I told them I have to "finish an essay for a class that's coming soon".)
WHY DO I KEEP BUMPING INTO SCARY PEOPLE TODAY?????!!!!!!!11!1!111!11oneoneone$#@%
ARGH you know what. No offence to my friends and classmates who happen to be Christians or even have a religion. I am completely secular. I can even be said to be atheist. Honestly I don't think it's worth souring friendships over something like this. So whether you have a religion or not, it's not of any concern to me. What matters is you're alive and well. If you still like me, then I'm glad you still have some ounce of tolerance in you. If you hate me because of this, then I won't lament too. If such conflicts happen, what's there to lament in its wake? Once it happens, it happens, it's just a show of our lack of tolerance for people who are different. So there.
Blogging does make me feel a bit more awake. But not much. On the other hand I'm always half-asleep. So it doesn't matter.