okae.... so i may have been wrong.. getting 240 pple to fill up surveys is actually quite a mean feat. what the hell. but hey i din't include the fringe "benefits" being there did i? hmm.. lets see, you had pesky security check on your movements every blardy 20 minutes. and booth owners that were not hapy. i was not suppose to do the survey in the fair itself actually you see, cos we didn't have a booth. so there. i had to hide and take cover everytime i see the damn fierce old man.
"EXcuse miss! where is your booth??"
me: erm...... quick think!! "its at the back of the hall."
"OKae can you please get all these pple to move to the back with you." it was more of a statement than a question.
shit. i had no booth. quick think! "yah, wait they're finishing..."
"NO NOW. I WANT YOU TO MOVE THEM TO THE BACK NOW!"
okae old man, you're getting a little too ferocious don't you think.... "yea, wait they're almost done.." like blardy hell 2 yes/no questions...
"DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! I SAID NOW!."
"OKAE MISTER".............. i so bloody hell wanted to scream at him. but decided doing that may not result in a good ending for me. so i apologised to my erm, surveyees and thankfully they were sympathetic.

what the hell. i so wnted to pick a fight with that old man. okae he's not that old. but he's super cranky!. blardy shit.

and then a while later.... i was taking a break a the front of the hall. holding a bag and talking on my phone. hung up and that old fug was standing infront of my AGAIN. i ignored him. what, so its a crime to stand in front of the hall now??!
"WHy are you still standing here for??!" old man bellows.
"WHY?? CANNOT AH!??! i retorted in my best singlish street-lian best retort phrase. i was like, what the hell, now its a crime to stand there?? the rest of the world was standing there man. and he had to mark me. fuck. i already decided if he wants to pick a fight. he's going to get it, i've not done anything wrong sia.. innocently standing there and he pokes me with a stick. faggot. thankfully he just walked away and gave me a dirty look. bloody shit head. i was so damn pissed off!

so for the rest of the time i was in the hall i was like a bloody thief.. hiding from the security guards. piece of crap. totally lost my mood to do teh surveys. so ended up leaving early wit hups and meeting sean to buy his stuff.
so i ended up doing half the amt i was required to do but i don't give a shit.
bloody bugger.


okae a little not so infuriating thoughts.. depressing though..
as i was at the fair, i asked for entry requirements to UNSW..
i'm so fucked.
"65% As and Bs throughout the 6 semesters of diploma learning. more As than Bs...."said josh harnett look-alike. WHAT THE HELL.... what? they think we have access to papers prior to exams?? and having state the requirements, onyl 1 year will be exempted from the 4 year course, even with those supernatural grades!! i think they(unsw) think lowly of diploma holders in sg. he was almost aloof. but i told him i was a straight distinction student just to make his jaw drop. *devilish grin *what? oh, come on, its only a little white lie... '-'

no money. no goal. no inspiration. no motivation.
no college degree.

how depressing can i get?

.:pseudonym:. burned at 4:38 AM