I wouldn't want to take everything out on you.
It's so hard to put it in words. The fact I went for a class I wasn't supposed to go for and hopped over to the other block just to get my file back makes me feel...I don't know. I'm trying to think of a word, but I can't even think of ONE.
It's a mixture of sadness, extreme annoyance, and frustration.
Oh right! That's the word! FRUSTRATION.
"She's on leave, come back on Monday".
Honestly, that can only mean two things. She has taken my file for her own use or sent it to the recycle centre. Then again, I could be wrong.
I give up. I'm destined to lose that Channel V file and my Law notebook/random conversations book.
Sigh...this is so upsetting, I feel like crying.
You can laugh all you want, but imagine this. How would you like if it someone kept your belongings without asking your permission and then saying "If you want it, come see me...otherwise I'm going to send it to the recycle centre"? What more if that thing meant so much to you?
You tell me.
I wouldn't wanna take eveything out on you, though I know I do.
Okay, I am officially in the mood to beat someone up. I am serious.
First, my lecturer steals my Channel V file. Okay, not steal...taking without permission.
Then, the BPsych site has been down and the sign-up times keep getting postponed. Thankfully, I managed to get my preferred slot.
Now, my front neighbour, the one who sings Chinese opera songs on karaoke BADLY, has started singing.
Honestly. I'm surprised how long I've held on to the wheel.
Frustration no longer exists in my dictionary, because it is me. Whoop-dee-doo!
It's a mixture of sadness, extreme annoyance, and frustration.
Oh right! That's the word! FRUSTRATION.
"She's on leave, come back on Monday".
Honestly, that can only mean two things. She has taken my file for her own use or sent it to the recycle centre. Then again, I could be wrong.
I give up. I'm destined to lose that Channel V file and my Law notebook/random conversations book.
Sigh...this is so upsetting, I feel like crying.
You can laugh all you want, but imagine this. How would you like if it someone kept your belongings without asking your permission and then saying "If you want it, come see me...otherwise I'm going to send it to the recycle centre"? What more if that thing meant so much to you?
You tell me.
I wouldn't wanna take eveything out on you, though I know I do.
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EDITED [10:13PM]Okay, I am officially in the mood to beat someone up. I am serious.
First, my lecturer steals my Channel V file. Okay, not steal...taking without permission.
Then, the BPsych site has been down and the sign-up times keep getting postponed. Thankfully, I managed to get my preferred slot.
Now, my front neighbour, the one who sings Chinese opera songs on karaoke BADLY, has started singing.
Honestly. I'm surprised how long I've held on to the wheel.
Frustration no longer exists in my dictionary, because it is me. Whoop-dee-doo!
posted by Anodynous Roxy at
20:20
1 Comments:
Okay, I do not condone any act that spells out violence, so no to beating people up. Including me.
Cheer up-lah. If it's any consolation, there's football and rugby today! =D
If that fails...try thinking of the BODO. I doubt that would fail.
And p/s: Frustration looks nothing like you.
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