Just a quick update as I wait for my friend’s approval before finishing off my assignment.

Well, Ya Hui is NOT pleased with one of her lecturers. A combination of a demanding lecturer plus bleeding the nuts out of myself during the time of the month (You get the deal right? Shhh!) doesn’t help either. I normally don’t fall flat over these sort of stuff, but what the heck, I did. I cursed (*&^&*$^%!(@) right after I got provoked by the lecturer.

Wanna know the story?

He was freaking late for our tutorial, especially an important one today since we are going to give a speech. Stuck in the rain, he told our class representative. Okay fine. If it was any lecturer, we’d just shrug it off. But for him? Nyoooooooooo… Never had a good track record of coming to class on time. Gosh once I was late for like 30 minutes, and I was running like a mad chicken up the 3 freaking flight of stairs, I ran into the classroom panting, still shivering on my high heels, and prepared to holler a big SORRY at the lecturer to find myself staring stupidly at my surprised classmates. Yeap, he was later than me. Geng leh?

And I have to pardon my hypocrisy. I know when we students are late, and lecturers’ diss us about it, it will be the poor lecturers’ fault even though we are the persons at fault. HAHA! Typical college students, don’t you just hate us?! *Mock mock* But well, isn’t that what makes a teenager, a teenager? Typically full of nonsense, excuses and late-dom. ^^

So anyway, my story. He came an hour later. I was the first one to do the speech because he picked the topmost assignment to start first but I was nowhere to be seen due that I was spending my sweet time primping in the toilet. Girls, you know. ;) So I got shoved to the back, meaning I do the speech last.

Hollering back down my memory lane, my first ever speech for my Public Speaking class was a disaster. I had no idea what the heck I was doing, I was shit scared at the sight of my classmates (reaaaaaaaaally), and I was shivering as though the concrete below me is going to give way. Know how to spell disaster? Dunno ah, dun need to know. Spelling ‘Ya Hui’ can equal to spelling disaster on that day liao. -_-

So, when I finished primping and made sure my makeup was in order, I went back to the classroom and maintained my cool. My mistake on my last speech was UNNECESSARY fear. Get it? Who’d be scared of their classmates, really. -_- It was all a psychological factor - fear. An unnecessary one, that is. So, I was busy maintaining my cool throughout the speech. I was calm and confident. And that’s what is much needed to present a good speech.

But my coolness didn’t last.

Off it was my turn and I stood up to go and do my speech. And that fella, who is ALREADY FREAKING ONE HOUR LATE AND HAS BEEN SKIPPING AWAY ON MY FRIEND’S SPEECH BY ASKING THEM TO FREAKING FASTFORWARD, actually shrieked at the sight of my jeans material skirt and demanded that I have a change of clothes with one of my classmates or it will be no deal for me.

Fuck it. I already have my makeup on, which made my brother lose his precious time waiting for me to finish painting my face, and in turn, made him late too. And I was all dressed up for the speech, no way am I gonna dress up just to do a speech for him next week just because of a dressing error. Plus, next week will be a challenging week for us, we got other presentations to worry about. Postponing it means not getting today’s agenda done. AND, not to mention it was already 11.50pm then, 10 minutes away before the next class needs to use our classroom.

Hence, Ya Hui turned to the girl who had similar dress size with me, fuming with rage. My friend had a a pair of 3 inch heels. And we were on Level 3. Toilet’s at Level G. By the time I ran up the classroom after I change, my blood was pumping in my veins, and my adrenaline was rushing. My cool that I’ve tried so hard to maintain, all is lost. T.T

Damn you, Mr Anon Lecturer. I hate you for that. If it’s my fault, screw me for it. Deduct my presentation marks, if you will. Dun make my friend pay the price for me. No matter how much she said it doens’t matter, it still hurts me to see her walking down on those flimsy heels. :( And it wasn’t like my skirt was torn and ripped apart, revealing my buttcrack, it was pretty decent in my opinion.

I know I’ll be shot down with ‘life’s unfair’ statements, but hey, a girl gotta release her steam, right? ^^

Okay lah thanks for listening me rant, you da best. ;)

Good night!

ENDNOTE: Gawd I wish I can spew out lengthy essays for my assignments like how I spew out my rant blog posts, he he!

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