Stress Time

I went back to school to do the Final year project submission. I went to the computer terminal and print the notes for submission.It seemed that everyone was doing the same things : printing the FYP report. I went to the undergraduate MPE office to ask for the sample for front cover and whether I need to do the binding of report. This lady whom I was very familiar or rather she knew me well ( as someone who very troublesome) told me that I did not need to submit the report but only extended abstract. I spent so much printing the report in colour and she said , not necessary but to give the report to the supervisor and asked whether he wanted it to be bind in ring or book,But he was not around. I did not care less so I just submit the abstract since I already gave my supervisor my hard-copy.

I went back to do online submission, but I had doubts so I asked the librarian who told me that I needed to go to the acquisition department to look for Mr David Tan (I thought so). After explaining, I went back to do my stuff but then I still had problems but I just could not be bothered to look for Mr David for help.

I walked to the SRC with intention of going gym. But somehow I felt so ashamed with my body which was really out of proportion plus I had no motivation at all.I walked to the bus-stop and bumped into Ridz so I passed him the invitation card. I was really stressed over who to invite, seriously. I thought I could just relax and help out my mum for preparation of the wedding. Sighs.

I went to King Albert Park to have my dinner while doing some plan for this month. I ordered McChicken Wing meal but was told that my fries was not ready and would be sent to me later. I waited for 15 minutes but my fries was still not delivered. So I went down and asked whether my fries was ready. The lady manager apologized to me that the fries was not ready yet and scolded the girl for being forgetful. I was quite surprised that the manager remembered my order. Luckily for that girl, I was not very petty customer or else I would make her working in McDonald a living hell. But I was a nice guy.

I went back home: A journey was somehow very long and tiring. After that, I just fell asleep despite my mum to wake me up as my relatives visit today. Sorry, I just need to recuperate my eyes as my contact lenses were contaminated.