School has started and I skipped my lecture today, and I'm still wondering why the hell I did that when I'm staying in a nice comfy room and I actually woke up for breakfast. Why did I go back to sleeep........ *grumbles*
Did I mention that I love my room? How cooling it is, how spacious it is...but my neighbours all close their doors and I never ever get to see them. Except for this super nice girl called Violet, who stays just beside me. The room opposite me looked as if it has no occupant..BUT THERE IS. Oh my.
Did I mention how a few PRCs came for our welcome tea? It was so obvious that they did not fit in right there and then. Hello, its Sports Club and not some society and stuff. Who goes "Please vote for me" at the start of a conversation at a welcome tea? Some just go there for the food. They load their pathetic tiny plates with a mountainful of food, and go back to top up when their plate isn't even empty yet.
Lonely in Eusoff.
Bazaar's driving me nuts. The clubroom scene is always people at laptops in either Microsoft Word, Microsoft Excel, or Adobe Photoshop. The 4 phones in the clubroom are always used, as well as handphones ringing non-stop. Each conversation begins with "Hi I'm so&so from NUS Students' Sports Club..." and ends with "Thank you very much".
And why, why must people wait till we go on our knees to beg for information then only will they divulge their utmost important sources when they could have done that long ago? Why?
Why do some people not understand that they aren't the only ones signing a contract with us, that we have like plenty to sign besides them? Why do they insist on personalised service? Why don't they realise that I sleep at 4am and wake up at 9am just to answer their calls?
5 hours of sleep per day. Not bad la. Sounds perfect. Sounds like what I've been doing last semester.
Sigh. Stop complaining lah, girl.
Hell week is coming. Starts tomorrow. Ends Thursday with the NUS Sports Bash. I think I won't need any alcohol to make me high. I'll just collapse straight on the dance floor. *grin* How unglam.
omg. someone just give me a massage now. -_-
Did I mention that I love my room? How cooling it is, how spacious it is...but my neighbours all close their doors and I never ever get to see them. Except for this super nice girl called Violet, who stays just beside me. The room opposite me looked as if it has no occupant..BUT THERE IS. Oh my.
Did I mention how a few PRCs came for our welcome tea? It was so obvious that they did not fit in right there and then. Hello, its Sports Club and not some society and stuff. Who goes "Please vote for me" at the start of a conversation at a welcome tea? Some just go there for the food. They load their pathetic tiny plates with a mountainful of food, and go back to top up when their plate isn't even empty yet.
Lonely in Eusoff.
Bazaar's driving me nuts. The clubroom scene is always people at laptops in either Microsoft Word, Microsoft Excel, or Adobe Photoshop. The 4 phones in the clubroom are always used, as well as handphones ringing non-stop. Each conversation begins with "Hi I'm so&so from NUS Students' Sports Club..." and ends with "Thank you very much".
And why, why must people wait till we go on our knees to beg for information then only will they divulge their utmost important sources when they could have done that long ago? Why?
Why do some people not understand that they aren't the only ones signing a contract with us, that we have like plenty to sign besides them? Why do they insist on personalised service? Why don't they realise that I sleep at 4am and wake up at 9am just to answer their calls?
5 hours of sleep per day. Not bad la. Sounds perfect. Sounds like what I've been doing last semester.
Sigh. Stop complaining lah, girl.
Hell week is coming. Starts tomorrow. Ends Thursday with the NUS Sports Bash. I think I won't need any alcohol to make me high. I'll just collapse straight on the dance floor. *grin* How unglam.
omg. someone just give me a massage now. -_-