Monday, April 23, 2007
sorry, frequent rants should be anticipated from now till end of exams.
i was TWENTY minutes late for my sociology examination!! -can't believe it.
sociology's got something against me, first i had to skip it coz of the funeral, then i was called to see the tutor, and now THIS.
the darn traffic jam at morning peak hours. IF you're sitting for 9AM papers, MAKE SURE you leave your house WAYYY before.
the stupid seemingly long jam at bukit batok tricked my mom into detouring and taking another route. to find it congested as well. i could only force myself to not look at the car clock as the minutes ticked by 9AM, and the car was jammed left, right, center. horrible. traffic should be allowed as legitimate excuses to be late, really. what if accidents happen, you can't do anything right? huh huhh. suay-ness should NOT be a criteria for failure.
i think my mom was already feeling well guilty, as she fretted and tsked at herself for making the wrong choice, so i didn't say anything. actually weirdly enough, i wasn't really freaking out on the car, i was even imagining myself retaking sociology AGAIN next term. that would be the third time. hahha.
and then came the mad dash from the car as i teared down the slope and threw my bag aside and crazily skipped from table to table, trying to find No.168. i think i must have distracted many students already in the midst of their essays. soooorrrryyyy. i even banged into a girl's table, and my apologies were a bit too loud in the otherwise silent exam hall.
with no time to think, i could only scrawl (in my WORST handwriting ever, and mine isn't really pretty to start with. shit) whatever ideas came to head.
mamami, i need help from above!!
i was TWENTY minutes late for my sociology examination!! -can't believe it.
sociology's got something against me, first i had to skip it coz of the funeral, then i was called to see the tutor, and now THIS.
the darn traffic jam at morning peak hours. IF you're sitting for 9AM papers, MAKE SURE you leave your house WAYYY before.
the stupid seemingly long jam at bukit batok tricked my mom into detouring and taking another route. to find it congested as well. i could only force myself to not look at the car clock as the minutes ticked by 9AM, and the car was jammed left, right, center. horrible. traffic should be allowed as legitimate excuses to be late, really. what if accidents happen, you can't do anything right? huh huhh. suay-ness should NOT be a criteria for failure.
i think my mom was already feeling well guilty, as she fretted and tsked at herself for making the wrong choice, so i didn't say anything. actually weirdly enough, i wasn't really freaking out on the car, i was even imagining myself retaking sociology AGAIN next term. that would be the third time. hahha.
and then came the mad dash from the car as i teared down the slope and threw my bag aside and crazily skipped from table to table, trying to find No.168. i think i must have distracted many students already in the midst of their essays. soooorrrryyyy. i even banged into a girl's table, and my apologies were a bit too loud in the otherwise silent exam hall.
with no time to think, i could only scrawl (in my WORST handwriting ever, and mine isn't really pretty to start with. shit) whatever ideas came to head.
mamami, i need help from above!!
can you hear the soft swoosh of the butterflies' wings. 11:59 AM.
