Damn… After berbankai with Scott and Kroll doing reading logs and research essay the night and morning before, I still had to dump and edit my movie with Kroll in the afternoon. And there was this ‘rock concert’ just now at 6pm… Or so they advertised it.
Of course, Malaysia being Malaysia, they did sound test at around 6.40pm or so and the ‘concert’ finally started at 7pm… Actually it was slightly later, but I don’t wanna make a huge fuss. The only stupid thing was that we all paid RM10 each to get into that little area in Boulevard. What to do? Blondie wah, make us go out and report about stupid things like this. And what to do? I’m the photographer for my group.
Talking about my group, let me go off topic for a while. There was damn lots of drama in classes these past few days man. Too damn much drama. My group punya medusa and her kawan were supposed to design the newspaper layout and whatnot, but they keep disappearing. Cibai - we only have one week left. Actually less than one week. It’s nigh impossible to complete without going all-out.
Then the lactating barbarian of our class who never shows up for anything or does anything constructive for my movie production group (or in general) berdrama with her ITJ newspaper group, just because her crappy and nonsensical (trust me - I read it) article about fashion ‘history’ was criticised by her editors. So she goes around yelling and acting overall uncivilised (read: normal for her) at her group, claiming that they never let her do anything or inform her of meeting times and whatnot. Fucking liar.
I know for a fact, being a director and working closely with my producer (man, I’m really glad I got Tulika as my producer), that that supposedly 12 years older female member of the human race is also the least responsible and least willing to cooperate in our group. Furthermore, even in the off-chance that she shows up for meetings and whatnot, she will most certainly disappear 30 minutes to 1 hour later. Without fail.
Personally, I try to empathise with her maternal responsibilities - however, as her behaviour is affecting our group as a whole, it really is bothersome. I’m just glad that I have a group that works efficiently even with a 1-person handicap. And her claims of having ‘health problems’ are highly suspicious in my eyes - for I have caught wind that her last ‘medical leave’ was in fact a tour of Italy or whatnot. Oy! I’m sick of you fucking Ities!
The very worst problem of all is that dear blondie was very biased when handling the matter with the other ITJ group (I’m just glad she wasn’t in my ITJ newspaper group) - blondie only heard one side of the story, the side of the person having her article criticised, and never gave the rest of the group any chance to put forth their stand. In fact, our dear student council member was dismissed when he requested for a second meeting with blondie so that he could put forth the other side of the story. And then, all of a sudden, editors are not allowed to criticise or even give opinions about the articles handed to them - apparently their right only goes as far as to correct grammatical errors.
The more I listen to this, the more I feel that blondie is unfit to be a lecturer. Isn’t it just convenient that rules suddenly pop up just so that she can defend the uncivilised cavewoman? Seriously, blondie is just defending the barbarian just because they’re both fucking immigrants. And I don’t mean to discriminate - in fact, most if not all of the class treated our dear foreign students and lecturers with respect and were very intrigued by people from different culture. This matter was never about race nor country of origin, it’s about the characters of the people involved - and how childish and defensive some people can get.
*sigh* And to think people like us, 18-year-olds who smoke and drink and laugh and play and do our assignments last minute manage to be able to think in a more mature manner then some people who simply believe they are superior and forever right simply because they have this ’status’ that makes them ‘more intelligent, mature or superior in general’, and that ‘immature brats’ like us have no rights - so they try to treat us as if we were high school kids. But that doesn’t work anymore - swim back to your island, you fucking blonde kangaroo.
And do I not fear it if the mentioned people actually come across this? Of course not. I memang suka cari pasal like this wah. If people like to berdrama with me or the people on my side, then they should be prepared because I can start a drama ten times bigger. Come - bring it on. You think I scared ka?
So what put me into such a pissed mood? I’d say it’s probably cause not only did I wasted RM10 to listen to Malaysian Idol for punk/metal/skinhead/poser/fucktard wannabes screaming, whining and overall act retarded on stage just now, some fucking idiot threw eggs from the balcony above the area where we sat. And the second egg hit Kroll. I kena splash damage. Cibai my new jeans terkena stain. I was damn pissed and stormed off. I think I kinda worried my friends cause I really looked like I was gonna go up to the arcades and start a fight or something.
But what to do? If it was like the 70s or 80s memang I take stick and go upstairs to beat people to death already. But what to do? We’re in the 21st century, where people are civilised. And by civilised, I don’t mean that we’re so just because we have mobile phones. So I nicely talked to a senior staff member organising the whole concert thingie and informed him of the fucktards tossing eggs into the crowd. He acted accordingly and summoned security guards to tighten patrols up at the balcony.
Transformed into my hot-headed state, I kept staring into the crowds up at the balcony and hoping to find some fucktards holding eggs or that my staring would actually make them come down and start a fight. Memang those stupid posers have no brains and will definitely attack without thinking. Lucky thing no one came down to attack me. Remember - self defense is legitimate grounds for pleading innocence in murder.
Bleargh. I think it’s the damn sleep deprivation that’s making me cranky. I should go to sleep before I turn green and go rampaging in Senadin.
