Time flies

Hey, I am back. It has come to my attention that this is probably going to be my last blog post and hence, I am feeling a mixture of feelings. No doubt I feel more relieve but at the same time a feel a little sad. To me, story telling class has always been a joy and I am not just saying it because I am submitting this to you, Mr Leslie. Haha. Time flies and in a blink of an eye, half of the year has passed. I probably past half of this year feeling blur about most things but I have also learnt a few things. It’s not easy being in DVFX course due to the massive amount of homework but the accomplishment of it brings joy to me. It has been a really huge jump, from secondary school life to poly and I am sure the rest of my classmates would agree. In terms of homework, environment, people and place, they are all really different. Different in both positive and negative ways. I guess I will have to be adaptable in life. I believe that poly is life is like a mini exam and experience of the “working world”. We have to deal with work given and complete by the date line. We have to deal also with the people around us. I suppose it is okay to make mistake now while we still are corrected by lecturers and get to learn from it. To prepare us for our future. The cliche saying, “There are no failures, only learning experiences.” is indeed true. Cheers to my future!

Ps. Thanks for teaching our class this few weeks

This is life

It has been a hectic week for me and maybe, for some of my classmates too. Unlike other courses, we do not have exams on the second week of June and hence, we have a lot of home work and our grades are dependent on our quality of our homework we submit. Sometimes I would not remember which day of the week is it. Even though I know there are many homework screaming for me to complete them, there’s a bad habit that I can never kick. PROCRASTINATION. Since young, procrastination and I have always been the best of friend. She would ask me to watch the television, take a nap, chat online, day dream, send text messages and many more. When guilt comes along, we would shut him up. I really enjoy having fun with friends so much so that I would compromise my already limited study time. Taking last week for example, Gigi, Peiyun and I when to Universal Studio at Sentosa right after slacking at Michelle’s mansion when I promised myself to head home to do my homework. The Universal Studios was awesome and was greatly enhanced by many beautiful architectures, lightings and beautiful foreigners. It mades us feel like we’re far away from Singapore, in wonderland. We dread going home, knowing that we would be facing HDB blocks, busy roads and loud and irritating voices coming from inconsiderate aunties talking on the phone, especially on buses. So many homework and so many distractions with so little time. I don’t think that I’ll ever sacrifice pleasure for pain so til then, it’s burning midnight oil for me.

Dang.

Ok to be honest, before I actually begin blogging, I decided to have a look at my classmate’s blog post and see if there’s anything that could “inspire” me to write something. I was taken aback by what my classmates wrote. Their stories, unlike mine, is kind of interesting and full of creativity. Probably it’s the fact that I have an extremely limited range of vocabulary and mind full of crap. Yes, I know right? I am being a loser. Oh and speaking of  which, I totally screwed my CG in-class assignment. I was giving it my all, trying to do a wonderful job hoping that I would at the very least be able achieve a B grade but nooooooooooooooo….. The computer had to die on me at the very last moment when it was suppose to be graded. It practically just shut down for no darn reason and being the blur kid I am, I didn’t save my work immediately after I was done. ( After all, who would have expect it to switch off right?! ) No work = Bad grades. -LOSER- And did I mention that the day did not get better? I can blabber on and on for hours but I think not. Perhaps it’s just me being pessimistic ( OH how often do your computer shut down by itself ) and I should stop. Tomorrow will be a good day. (There’s a higher chance that aliens will invade Singapore tomorrow)

Chew out.

Just another day

I woke up a little later than usual this morning but if I rush to wash up, I would be able to make it in time. I bathed and washed up in record time.

Still reluctant to go to school, I dragged my feet to the bus stop. I sat down feeling grumpy, hungry and sleepy. 5 mins passed and bus 171 is still no where in sight. 10 mins passed and I was getting irritated and impatient. FINALLY. From afar. I saw bus 171!!  skipped merrily towards the bus n hopped in immediately.

OR SO I THOUGHT.

5 mins passed and the direction in which the bus was going was opposite from my intended destination. I begin to question myself about getting on the right bus but was soon convinced that it was the right one by my own voice in my head due to denial. I did not want to be late. Another 5 mins passed and I was getting more and more worried. Looking out the window of the bus frantically, I saw no familiar buildings. I took out my bus ticket fro my back pocket and took a look at it. OH MY BUDDHA!!!! I’m on bus 176. SHIT. I realised I wanted to be on time so badly that I couldn’t be bothered to look at the last no. on the bus and just board it. Now, I am definitely going to be late. Sulking even more then, I slowly made my way to school. I was going to be “ABSENT” anyway so why rush.

Lucky me.

Having encountered a series of unfortunate events for the past few weeks, she drags herself out of bed hoping only for nothing to go wrong on the day that awaits her.

She opens the door to the music room and not so surprisingly, finds everyone else staring daggers at her. She checks the time on her watch. Two hours late. Avoiding eye contact, she doubles up her pace, sets up her instrument and seat down. Then, from the corner of her eye she sees a familiar figure. She turns her head around and to her horror, she realises who it is. STELLA. Her EX best friend. A “war” broke out between them a year ago and she have not seen or spoke to stella ever since and here she is, out of the blue, back to join the alumni band. Something tells her that it is going to be a long day.

She suppresses the urge to scan in the direction where Stella is seated. Finally! Band practice is over. She walks in the opposite direction from the rest of the alumni members having to rush home to get her MacBook fixed which was delivered to her home only a day before. She was estatic when it first arrived but when she tried to turn it on, it could not start up. Such luck. Knowing that she will miss out on all the fun the rest of the alumni members is going to have, she sulks all the way home.

Soon, she departs from her house and off on a lonely trip to City Hall Mrt station.

After what seems like an eternity, she finally reaches her destination. She was then told that it would take some to time to get it fixed and was asked wait for an hour. Relying on her only companion for now, she pulls out her ipod from the back pocket of her jeans and play her favourite song, “speechless” which she finds, sympathizing with her current situation. One minute into the song….. The ipod runs out of battery. “GOD DAMN IIIIT!!” she crys out. Feeling shitty, she storms off to wherever her legs bring her to. An hour passed and she walks to retrieve her MacBook. Feeling a little happier it was fixed she skips her way out. However, her happiness only lasted for a few minutes when a salesperson approaches her just before she can walk out of the mall. Spending one and a half hour going on and on about how fantastic her skin product is and she is inevitably convinced and goes ahead to purchase them…  Sucker. Spending $100 she realises she is not all unlucky.

At least she gets to bring home skin care products

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