Heh heh... Sorry... Haven't updated in a while. I suppose you're all wondering what's happened to me and my appeal and if I finally ran off to drown myself in the Singapore River. I didn't of course but I think if I tried I would have died of the stink before I actually drowned.
Anyway. I handed in my appeal letter on Monday. Actually I went down to KR first to bug Master about my referral but he was still writing it or vetting it or something. And he also wanted it to look more official so told me to go find a computer somewhere and print out a letter asking for his help. Maybe I hurt his feelings by going to Ms Tan first. But I also suppose it makes more sense to have Master sign the letter as a first-person writer, although technically speaking half the letter was written by Ms Tan. Master just added in a couple of frills and his weight as Hall Master. So I did all that and went off to the Dean's office to drop off my own appeal and told them I'd follow up with a referral letter the next day.
Back home, my mother (who, it turns out, is a friend of ol' Kuldip... or at least, they used to be colleagues in NUH... and has already been e-mailing him about my plight and pulling strings) and I continue to send e-mails to bug him. Finally he sends an e-mail saying that he will tell the Hall Office to call me as soon as the letters (referral and the CCs) are signed and dropped off, which to our understanding would be Tuesday morning. However Tuesday morning came and past so I finally called the office to ask if Master had dropped off my letter and if I could come to collect. They were dropped off alright... Just not signed. So diao-ded. So I had to wait one more day before I could finally hand in the ruddy referral to the Dean's office. Rrrr...
As if the stupid appeal wasn't giving me enough of a headache. I have to get irritating little year 2 lit girls (actually just one who's irritating) e-mailing me and asking how come I sold off the books they wanted and next time for Pete's sake tell them. *Roll eyes* This girl e-mailed me in December and I told her IF she gets the module and then IF she still interested contact me again. Unfortunately for her some other little girl contacted me first and since I hadn't heard from the irritating one I agreed to sell two of the books to the nice little girl instead. Then of course the fates have to play a cruel joke and irritating little girl e-mails me again. So I politely tell her that unfortunately two of the books are no longer available but does she still want the other two. Then she replies with her rant and oh alright she'll still buy the two other books (ARGH! CONDESCENDING TWIT!! HATE CONDESCENDING TWITS!!!!). Then she demands no less (in question form but the tone is quite apparent), that we meet up on Tuesday at 9.45pm AT NIGHT. *FUME FUME FUME* So I replied (this time not so politely but still quite more than she was) that I wouldn't be in school on Tuesday, much less at night but I'll be in school on Monday to meet other buyers. On hindsight I should have just told her to shove off and sell the remaining books to another nice little girl who asked for them. *SULK* Hate stupid little lit girls who think the world of themselves. Aronwy, you're exempted of course. You might be little but you're not stupid and you have a brain PLUS common sense. *Fume* Stupid little girls in their anorexic jeans and stupid outfits and horrible furry pens or notebooks thinking it's so vogue to be studying lit and quoting poetry. *FUME SULK FUME*
This is turning out to be quite an essay. But what do you expect when I haven't updated for so long? I need to make it up to my loyal blog fans. Wahaha... Anyway. Staring at a whole pile of application forms. Not sure how to fill them up exactly and kinda hoping that I really don't have to. Sigh. Wish my life would just come to a standstill right now. Then I wouldn't have to do anything, and there wouldn't be anymore headaches or heartaches. So far the only highlights in my soap operatic life of the last two weeks was hanging out with Jemalelinh occasionally and Nekoweenie's regular show of support. OH and of course there was that shopping trip with Phoenich. Well... More like I shop and he paid for everything. WAHAHAA!! But they were all for him lah.. I'm not some kind of cheap money grabber (not yet anyway... and even then I'd be an EXPENSIVE money grabber... hirhirhir...). I was just there as a fashion consultant. I tell you working in tiny little cubicles in Science Park and knowing only the route between work and home can do a lot of damage for a person's social life and his sense of fashion. Thank goodness I was around I tell you. HOHOHO!!! *gloat sense of great self-importance gloat*
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