im feeling kind of jaded [duh, again! what did you expect, it's my blog. this isn't the first day you know me]





okay, so i got a decent grade for the presentation for the module whose experiment i kind of screwed up cause i didnt objectively choose words for the experiemental measure and kind of pissed off my group mates in process. which kind of pacifies the situation/people.

then my phone died yesterday when i accidentally [once again] dropped it on the floor, that, only AFTER i dropped my ikimono110 as well, after i showed it to my very-interested-looking japanese language class mates and not-that-interested-looking senseis and did a show and tell recommentation of the asylum. and the kind of cute guy kind of talked to me after class to ask about the camera and i was kind of shocked and didnt know how to reply without trying to conceal the pimple on the left side of my cheek near my near nose, but i replied anyway. it was a simple question.

so i had to get the phone fixed.
sitting at the reception counter waiting for the lady to get the paperwork done, i amused myself reading the boards/displays at the counter i was located. boy, was i amused. looking at the list of things that the warranty does NOT warrant/safeguard you from, i really wonder what the hell can you go to them and they can replace you for for free. duh. luckily i did NOT say i dropped the phone n times where n ------------> a large integer. of course my accidents/required replacement was not unfounded/unreasonable. jiayi said she got hers for 2 weeks and the keypad cracked. for your information she is a straight A student, meticulous, dean's lister, and judging from her daily behaviour from my encounters with her in the lab, she does not drop her phone often.

so it's not like my fault. really.
well.

so i walked to the bus stop, and i stood there and wondered what it would be like to be uncontactable until monday.
and then 188 came and i saw 105 on the bus board and i decided not to board 188.

bad decision.

it's like one of those scenes in the movies that you call 'zuan lie dian' or turning point.
like duh, it's approachapproach, approachavoidance, avoidance avoidance, whatever.
whatever the pl3236 textbook calls it. i had to make a damn decision.
just taking a bus can make so much of a difference.

cause i went home, tried to talk to my dad about the phone, then my sis pissed him off somehow with her 'chek' attitude [you know, it's that sound you make when you're impatient or feeling annoyed with someone but wont/cant/dont dare to say it out aloud, only for her she doesnt say but her eyes do that upward thing] and then he got pissed and wouldnt listen to neither of us and my mom was pissed with me for reasons unknown to me, and then while waiting for dinner i lied on the bed waiting and fell asleep and when i woke up it was BLOODY HELL 3AM.
and then somehow i got up, checked my mails, was supposed to study but fell asleep again and i cant remember my mom or dad woke me up to tell me it was 7 already and then i left in a hurry and my mom was pissed [again i dont know why, she doesnt seem to like to talk to me these days] and asked me why i didnt take my allowance [and i really didn't want to but i didnt want to make her more pissed so i just said i dont need it but i took it anyway and said thanks and left]
and it was very cold on the bus.

yes it was.
so i came back to hall like empty-handed. still no phone.
sometimes i think i go back home for the wrong reasons, without knowing even.
this is definitely one of the times.





now sadly i am contactable again, because i remembered [to my chagrin] that the lady kept saying she would 'leave a message' if the phone could be collected earlier [and how can i even get the message if my only phone is undergoing servicing. sweet.] luckily chin qianlyn has/had an extra and she lent me, which is now sitting on the table quietly next to me.

sigh.

too bad, that's life.