13 years of studying Chinese...and all is over today...FINALLY. Not that I miss it,no way. Hell,I'm so glad I don't have to be forced to speak another sentence nor write another line in that dreaded language ever again. Call me potato or ang-moh pai,whatever,I don't give a shit man! But then again,who says it's all over? What if I-touch wood- fail and have to re-take again next year? No no no...not gonna entertain that thought. Bad omen. :(
Last thing to tackle now...fucking PW. Ugh,so much last minute shit,many apologies to my patient group members for having to put up with my late submissions of my script and works,and of course to Mr Wong,who has to rush through my uber late submissions and burn the midnight oil so as to return to me on time,filled with constuctive comments,the next day. PW really sucks,and it's just so we are the last suay batch again. The kiddos after us will no longer have to go through this mindless suffering of meeting deadlines and cracking their brains to think up of ridiculous,theoretical ideas that ain't gonna be carried out anyway. What shit man?
*sighs* I better stop blogging,can hear my cue cards screaming,"Hey fuck you! Pick us up and start your fucking rehearsal or you would just fucking shit in your pants during your OP tomorrow!" Yeah,whatever man. Fuck yourself la,damn PW.
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