Only Joan will know why am I still up at this time of the day.

Or night.

Either or.

 

Anyways.

Our school is going to hold a debate competition which starts tomorrow (or more like later... Damn it November 1st whichever you would assume it), and I was apparently in charge of the commitee tee. Yes, you may call it ComeeTT. Whatever.

I've been undergoing 500 days of editing (no just four weeks) and I finally got the final design last Thursday, so I've been battling with the printing dude about the price and design crap until... Sunday.

And he never replied me since.

Then I called him on Wednesday, he asked me to send the file to him in AI format... which I don't have, so I converted it online and he said the file was corrupted. So he asked me to re-send it in TIFF format.

Then it still failed... but he managed to re-trace the designs so I'm not complaining.

 

I was supposed to get my tees about... seven hours ago.

I came back from tuition and they were still not at my doorstep.

Turned out that his staff completely forgotten all about it.

So he had to deliver it to my house ALL BY HIMSELF, ALL THE WAY FROM SHISUS KNOWS WHERE, HE HAD TO GO BACK TO HIS OFFICE AND SEND IT TO MY HOUSE.

I said he could have just sent it to the competition venue early morning later... (the dots were because of the time-word-or-whatever-you-call-it awkwardness) but he insisted to send it to me today... Today.

Yeah.

And I'm still waiting.

 

Like, you know the Borneo story about a dude's wife who turned into stone at the cliff of Mountain Kinabalu after desperately waiting for her husband's return? For, like, three years?

 

I'm practically her.

It's like everytime I hear some cars passing by or the sounds of the car doors opening and closing I'll be like YES IT'S HIM but it isn't.

 

I mean, seriously I really can't deal this much.

Like, especially when I'm not a night person (thanks for the curfews mom) and I sleep at 11:30PM the latest.

Actually it's not that I'm not a night person, it's just that if I stay up too late I always end up getting too energized to fall back into sleep.

That's probably why I always wake up in the middle of the night too. Though it doesn't really sound legit.

But anyway.

 

That's just a short incident that I want to share about my life. Because I'm pretty sure the next thing tomorrow I'll be Shisusliciously proud at my sacrifice as I wear that T-shirt.

 

Say, it's already 1 o' clock, WTF is he?