Fume
Monday, January 7, 2008
The timetable has been released, much to the dissatisfaction of several classes. The most infuriating thing is for classes to turn up and have not a single lesson for the day, of which Kai Lin has an issue of. Thankfully, I have not such a situation, but one seemingly similar. My Friday will start with an Econs lecture till 9am, and from then onwards I have no class. At all.
Wonder what I can do, because the library has no comics either
I am however, fortunate that my timetable hasn't ended up like a hectic one of MJC's, where mine ends latest at 1.30pm. Theirs? 4.30pm +. This timetable is however, only for this week, and I hope it'll be more sensible for the next.
I had badminton tryouts today, and saw many pro players of whom undoubtedly came from a badminton CCA in secondary school or had professional training, seeing from their awesome strokes. I, had only casual games to make up for it. i would consider myself below novice, with little experience and ability, owing to the tennis strokes i adapt that are inefficient in this faster paced and smaller game. So I wasn't really confident for tryouts.
The coach was a tacky balding man, who made a subconscious HEH! after every sentence. Comical. But he turned out to be a fucking fuck tard. He never watched my game at all, in the hall of six courts, and took my opponent away for some wierd reason. (he wasn't selected, my opponent, not that he was) So there I was standing like a gorblock, without any competitor, and had to relinquish my court for another waiting team. Do not get me wrong, he in no way rejected nor accepted me. I had no fucking idea why he did that, and as a result without an opponent, I played no further games.
Hence I was not selected, or even considered, that being the case. A 25class fuck head who made me waste 4 hours of waiting. What the fuck at least have the consideration to tell me yes or no, don't completely ignore me and not even tell me what the fucking hell to do. I don't have an opponent of course I can't bloody well play.
I was so infuriated I ran. 2.0km around the TPJC stadium. sprinting 400 out of frustration. I forgot to warm up. I didn't care about the cramps afterward. I intended on waiting for those who made it, but Everyone else left, so I tagged along not wanting to be the only one waiting behind. Till 6+pm.
That's not all. I went home tired from 2 hours of badminton and 20mins of running, only to need to pee and find a fucking lump of turd swimming in the toilet bowl. Get this, my 19 year old brother, in the army and gone through BMT, does not know how the fuck to flush his fucking shit down the toilet bowl. And he want's to get to university. I say fuck his dream and just go sell his body at Changi. That gay fuck.
Sickening shit I have to put up with.
Don't even get me started on the twin brother of mine. He comes back asking me how my day was, and I said I didn't wanna talk about it. He presses on and I get fumed. I mean goddamit why not try that on your girlfriend? (maybe you have, that's why) He has ZLICH People Relation skill. I don't wanna talk about it means I goshdarn don't. And oh by the way, don't spam ubiquitous on your blog, I told you it cannot be used in that form already and yet you have this urge to show off. Stupidity + arrogance isn't an asset, dear boy. AND DON'T FUCKING ASK TO BUTT INTO MY OUTINGS. Haven't I told you you're not welcome? Don't go whimping to mommy dammit.
ARSES
I still have shooting and tennis to try, of which the former I am confident on clinching. A trying day, tiring too. I take solace in the slack period now, and the fun of PAE. Stupid MOE depriving the next batch of students of PAE. And yes I goddamn know what I am saying when I speak of this matter.
Afternote; In my rage, I may have said things too offensive.
but that's too bad then.
penned by joel at 5:40 PM
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