I multitask. Not that I can multitask. But I multitask.

Some people multitask. Some people can eat and watch TV at the same time. Some people can focus on studying while playing their PS3. Some people can iron clothing while taking care of their babies. But apparently, my multitasking makes all these acts sound like pie.

I can hold 3 meetings at 3 different floor levels which are 12 floors apart, all at the same time. Pwnzors?

Apparently, as I go in deeper to the semester, I realize... some people are just plain inconsiderate. It's bad enough that 90% of my time from 8am to 6pm daily is packed with multiple meetings and classes, some people now expect me to multitask. Oh sure, I don't mind that, it's all about the results, they say. I can even tolerate if multiple people want to hold meetings at the same time... I can handle that, I understand the art of catching up what I missed during well, missed meetings. I try to perform my best.... But.

I snap when people expect me to skip classes and risk failing just for them. Too much? Apparently not. Do not expect me to tolerate your extreme childishness to satisfy your needs for perfection. Do not expect me to tolerate your inconsistent ramblings and gossiping when I cannot make it for something because other people (which I dare say is much more important than you) calls me for a meeting because they've already booked me beforehand. Do not expect me to stay sweet if you want to start bitching. I R BITCHY-ER THAN YOU.

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Rant done. But yeah, I've never seen my life so packed with the same people day after day. I've just gone through a bout of sickness (thank god for white blood cells) and I apologize for not updating this wretched place for who knows how long.

Exams are nearing, I've just (almost) finished a bout of really late mid terms, by this week, at least. Projects are (almost) all handed out, just not yet done. And I, I'm (almost) wetting my pants panicking on major projects like PR and shit. I'm become more depressed by the day, and I don't like it. I like pressure, I like stress. I fucking hate fatigue. God I fucking hate fatigue.

If you like waking up at 8am, and enjoy coming back at 6pm, then relish in doing homework everynight till 3am, then having less than 5 hours sleep before jumping back into the bandwagon. You'd love to be me.

Ok, so I'm complaining... so what? Well, other that it just makes me look like a complete hypocrite (which I really am, so not much of a difference there), it also proofs that I'm losing my touch. What touch, I hear? THAT TOUCH.

You know?? The interest in learning stuff. I mean come on! I have PR and Psychology this sem, and I'm not doing well in them! Both my majors, Both of my best interest... and yet I can't seem to keep up the grades. Why? My reason/excuse for this is that they completely horrify this by throwing everything into the classroom! What fun is there when you notice Psychology is just another form of biology and PR is all about history. Where are the practical experiences??!

Oh wait. There they are. Sitting there, in the corner of my bag. One about interviewing the Eye of Malaysia operator, one about interviewing a random PR director, and another one about interviewing. Intervieeeeewingggg. WTF? Do I look like a journalist to you? I rather watch Gay Porn (to the gay squad's delight, I presume) to even think about branching into journalism! If I wanted a journalism class, I would have taken ENGL 200 (literature) or ENGL 102. I would not have stuffed myself into a class where press kits are the most important thing in fucking life and a lecturer infatuated by the thought of interviewing. Intervieeeeeeeeing. =_=

So, to get my head back on track and focus on making my life in college interesting and heaven sent once more, i've decided that soon, I would stop all outside college activities... i've already quit the newsletter editorial, and got rejected by the student council because I was still in the newsletter editorial when I had the interview because I'm cool enough to screw interviews like that. And now, I'm blank, and I'm not thinking of joining anymore clubs for now. Not in a undisciplined and untalented society like ADP. (sorry guys, but there's a long valid reason for what I'm saying and it's not an insult, really.)

*crosses my fingers* I hope this works.

Labels: class, college, early morning madness, rant, THTR 101