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Thursday, April 15, 2004

i don't know wats wrong with me today but i can't seem to understand what everyone is saying this morning. it first started at the que for bus 96 clementi interchange. China lady is asking me is this the bus to guo li ta xue. i thought she was speaking singlish so i promptly translated in my mind what she said as poly ta xue. to make matters worse, she said sinahpor-poly-ta xue.

aiyah. someone save me. then im back in school to collect my essay from Dr. Y and i misread her note thinking that she is not back at the office so she has left my essay in the general office. this led me to bug the staff three times. poor thing. on the third time, as i climbed the stairs to go to the sixth floor again, guess who i bumped into ... dr. G and A. so i smiled and said hi. Dr. G was being abrupt as usual and asked how many papers do i have. i thought "papers" meant essays but he really meant them to be exams. i never fail to be put down to my puny size by Dr G but then again, most of the problems is with me.

miscommunication is interesting. for every opinion i had abt my 18th century poems and painting, i had a general note from Dr. D saying "interesting" but no.. it should be read this way... the common interpretation is so on and so forth...

i got a well done and then a B grade.

wats that song in my mind? right it's by spandau ballet... "communication let me down, and i'm left here"

posted by happyhannon at 10:42 AM