Terrible Day

As stated, I'm in a bad mood. First of all, I couldn't sleep well yesterday due to unnecessary worries which in fact, I was pulled into this mess and my silly mistake leads to this guilt. (Slept at 4am++ and woke up at 8am++)Perhaps, I'm not wise enough in handling third party talks. When these things suddenly comes into my minds whereby I cannot expressed, I'm deeply stressed.It is because I'm not the type who can easily forget what people had said and hence accumulation of information sometimes cast me wild. But I understand their desires.

All that I hope for is able to help them but I failed...

This morning when I woke up, I puked and was about to be as dead as doornail. Somehow, I managed to keep hold of myself and be ready for my presentation. I didn't know there wasn't a school bus that would pick us and thus I waited with my heavy luggage until I decided to spend for the cab.

Upon reaching school which 1.5hours earlier than my presentation appointment, I found that the printing room was impossibly shut which then I need to slog my way outside KTAR campus for presentation slides printing. I was sweating bad yet waving to friends along the way with a smile is still manageable. However on my way back, only I saw the printing lady simply returned without any sign of rush. Punctuality? She was late for hours! Alright, perhaps she has personal business and it seems that reaching school earlier is a mistake.

When I was presenting my FYP, I'm tired yet nervous although I'm quite used to presentation.

However, never did I expect that the presentation was horrible. Changing of moderator is already a bad luck and I was seriously talking like duck quacking. I can see the disappointment among the adjudicators but all I can delivered is a weak grin. On they go with comments... no tie (which in fact I plan have but didn't due to matchless combo), future procedures (which I thought by right is should be presented during the next semester), etc...
Perhaps my eye were just tired and I was suppressing my bad mood.

Next, me and TeckWei were about to leave by UTAR bus but they do not really comprehend. No bus. Thus metro bus eventually separated us.

Wangsa Maju Lrt is yet another issue with all the ticket vending machines spoiled. The queue was terribly long until it would make a U-turn and my luggage was terribly heavy. Thank God, the machines were soon recovered which I can proceed faster.

The bus then brought me further than my destination and I ought to wait for someone to pick me up.

Here I am in Klang... The day was terrible partially due my own mistake...