Post-NTU Musings

I never realized exactly how out-of-the-way NTU (that's one of our local universities) was, or exactly how big the campus was.

Case in point: I'm pathetically, miserably, utterly lost.

I went to a media event, and got whatever I needed to get - my names, soundbites, answers, whatever else. The whole nine yards of pure shiny media material goodness that I needed, and then I skedaddled the fuck outta there because you know, duty calls. The office that I'm supposed to report back to, actually.

Now.
Guess who can't find a cab when she needs one?
That's right, lil ol' me here.
What's ironic is that the NTU people (nice folks really, they really made me feel welcome enough, though that could be the whole student-lecturer familiar warm fuzzies) gave us (us meaning media folk) cab coupons to catch a nice FREE ride back to our mothership.

And now again, who can't find a cab to hail? Sigh.
Such is the irony of life - I think I finally get to catch a break, and then noooooope life just laughs sardonically and goes "hahaha, fuck you."
I'm kind of imagining life to look like that Mr Chow dude from the Hangover series right now.

I managed to find a bus stop thanks to some really nice accounting dude with mismatched contacts (purple and blue, not a bad combination) who walked me to the bus stop. He was nice enough, thank goodness!

It's funny cos I think the NTU campus is amazing, it's so nice and green with sprawling whatever and trees everywhere. It's perfect, if you don't factor in the fact that I literally live on the other side of the island, and also that I'd prolly spend about half a year of my campus life running for my lessons because I got lost.

Well I'm gonna head back to the office with all my precious material and write my... I think I can make a VO package here, I have more than enough time for it. Yay, finally something's looking up! I've been rushing the usual story + SOT package lately because all the events I go to seem to end tragically late, so... A VO package is always a good pick-me-up.

Imagine, work being a pick-me-up. You've fallen, Nat. You've fallen so far.
*bows head in mourning*

I don't really know what else to say, so... Have a picture of me in the train ahaha.

Ah, yes. This is the face that brings the boys to my yard.

Allow me to shoot myself in the head please, thank you very much.
Anything to drown out the chattering family with their little bratty kid, because music on full blast just isn't cutting it.
I swear, if she pokes me one more time, I'm gonna break her fat little neck because she has a book in her hand but very obviously doesn't know the meaning of sit down, shut up and READ (though I don't personally consider Geronimo Stilton much amazing reading for kids, I'd be a lot happier if they read Roald Dahl, really).

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