Posted by kuotsung | Posted in Uncategorized | Posted on 29-09-2010
Let see if I can remember the bad stuffs so consistently happening to me recently, and try to extract the positivity from each:
- Sunday night before I slept realised there is an essay to be handed the next day. I started reading the text required, hoping to complete it asap. But it just could not be registered into my mind. Screw it. I am so tired. So I drafted an email to my professor telling her my bad and notifying her I would be able to do a better work that is only if I hand in on Tuesday. Not a request, since I already made my mind on not handin the next day. I accept my fault for the penalty of late submission, but I rather myself working wholeheartedy than rushing things out.
- nw I remember another thing before this. There was a tour at 2pm that Sunday afternoon on Massey hall bring part of the culture day activity. I was getting ready by 1.15pm, thinking we are to meet at 1.30pm, only to find out we are to leave at 1.30pm. Some dilly dally and we set off, with me emphasizing before that I will be buying film for my camera and 2 burgers for lunch, en route to the meeting point. The burger queue was long and 15 minutes were wasted. We once again rushed hurriedly over to the place to buy my film only to realise I overshoots the shop we were supposed to go. I was shown body languages of blames soon after the instance. Forget it then, I thought. It didn’t take me long to make the decision of not buying the film. Being late for the tour is because of the burger queue. If only we move out earlier, at 1.15pm. Good grief. The tour was not missed by much and it was absolutely fantastic, by the way! No film to capture the beautiful interior was a waste. No positivity to take from here. I accept partly my fault, not to say the other was definitely his to take. I will do it my way next time. And I insist.
Tuesday I was determine to do my assignment as plan. Go to each door of my apartment and knock on their door to ask for permission to shoot out of their balcony. I knocked a total of about 7 doors. 2 replied positively and I went in. The other had no responses. The 3rd one was hesitant. Then a strong guy walked past and warned me that I could no proceed to do it anymore. He was the superintendant of the building and I reckoned the project gonna failed beyond my scope of intention. The worse part was when I was heading back to my unit, a guy kinda like spotted me and caught me out of the lift. Presumably he was the husband of one of the “kind” lady who let me in to shoot. He “apologised” to me saying that he had no choice but to take my student card and copy it down as a proof check to prevent scam. Damn it.
I don’t care after so many things happening. I didn’t do much wrong. Luck is lacking.