Bad Day

Life is not a smooth voyage. Bad days do come at the wrong time. And it did today for me. How people define a bad day maybe different. But I certainly considered today a bad day. An omen? Haha. *snort*

Woke up and I got 10 minutes before the first class starts. Went to the toilet just to find, for the tenth million times, some dumb ignorant asshole threw his shitted toilet paper outside the toilet bowl. Disgusting. The thing is, it is just right below the flusher where the leaking water is coming down. So, guess what happen when paper meets water. Elaboration not needed. And, its my favourite cubicle for at least one year. Bet he never had a toilet training before. He's lucky enought that he was not caught red handed by me, or else.

I reached on time tho for class. However, the moment I stepped in, thousands of demands for their photostated copies of notes bombarded on me. Damn. Told them to wait for me to give out the notes the day before at lecture, but some just slipped out like I never said anything. And now, at the brink of a tutorial, they want their notes. Ish.

The class went smoothly, except that I am lost. Its basic management principles, a subject for business people. Maybe I wasn't concentrating during lecture and din't do my revision. But hell, I dont have the slightest idea to answer the tutorial questions, which is kinda fucked up, as everybody is waiting for me to answer my question.Told ya, Sin Eu. Lazy some more la.

The life of a printing manager is not easy as it seems. After classes, while everybody can hop back gleefully for bed, I am to collect the photostated copies. Thank god, and of course thank Ernest and Thomas for their bikes. If not for them, I have to carry the notes all the way from TBR to anywhere else. As usual, went to TBR to collect the stuff, only to find out that I din't have enuf money. Dumb. Got into the bank next door only to find the ATM with the note "Harap Maaf. ATM tiada dalam perkhidmatan atas sebab....". Yada yada. *smack forehead*. So, went back to college to wait for a long queue to get the money. Went back to TBR again and found out even the weather is not kind to me. It rained. Walau.
On bike + set of notes + rain + traffic jam= the ultimate combination of "sui" (bad luck).

Then there is the meeting to setup the initially called Friends of Youth Society. It is a club meant to unite the counselling and psychology students to help the students in TARC psychologically. Something like the BeFrienders. Well, I had this urge to join it since the first year. But due to some silly complications by SAD(they always do have complications), it was never meant to be established. This time around, it will be the 2nd attempt.

I always hope to become the part of the commitee to help out in establish and organise the club. Its kinda of an ambition. But...it wasn't meant to be. I did not got into the management, which I am slightly disappointed. Yes, I noe u guys will be disgusted to think that I am some crazy-power guy. Think again, I am no such person. Its just that I had been determined to get it right the moment Miss...sorry...Dr. Chai told our class us we had to do something about the society. Plus, its a lifetime experience to setup a club. Awkwardly, I am the only one there without a position, which of course its a embarassed situation. But come to think again, perhaps I am of no ability to do so. Ambition is an ambition. But the ability to fulfill it is another matter. Maybe I have not come of time. >_<

Outta there, Vic and Christine called during the meeting, told me that they are in TARC. But hey, as I was almost there to meet them up, they said that their time is up too. Damn. Its not their fault. Its just plain unlucky.

A tiring day means I wanted, hmm, needed a sleep. As I was about to reach my room and reached for my key, I grabbed out Ernest's bike key. *looked blankly up the sky*. Called him and told him I will be returning it after my nap since, luckily, he wasn't in a hurry to go home.

So, a hurried nap is done, and off I went to college to play football and of course, return the key. Of all days, I, time and again, injured myself. *Sighed out loudly*. The point is I haven't started yet. Its just the warm-up session. Aiks, who cares. Play la.

As we reached the climax of the game. The fugly security guard came and shooed us. WTF. So it happens that we din booked the field and we are not allowed to use it. WTF again. Went back dissapointedly.

Summing up, I am now as down and grumpy and f***ed-up and *fill in the blanks with any negative word you can think of*.

* Listening and repeating Daniel Powter's Bad Day*

Me out.