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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

:: What constitutes harassment? :: 1:18 AM

There should be a law against people who harass you over a stupid survey.

It's time for the Annual Let's Piss The Poly Graduates Off Survey conducted by some anonymous company. Some of us are actually glad to be rid of poly life and do not wish to be reminded of unhappy incidents that took place during those horrendous 3 years.

As you can tell, I was overjoyed to get out of poly. Too many unhappy memories and time wasted that I can never get bac ever again. I mean, I liked the first 2 years just fine but my 3rd year was just a huge fucking nightmare.

But I disgress.

Forcing poly graduates to complete a pointless survey is a waste of time. What does the survey achieve? Just some statistics that means nothing to anyone once the next batch of poly students graduate.

Does it help us get jobs? Definitely not.

Does it help us forget all the unhappy times we had there? Not only is the answer a big fat NO, it made me remember how I wasted the whole of my 3rd year.

KNNBCCB

One hour ago, I was totally ignorant of the fact that I even went to poly. Blissful ignorance does not last long.

The questions they ask aren't even relevant.

Does it even matter what I learnt from poly that benefits my working life now? I learnt all that when I was 17. Way before any Communications for Work class.

Whatever...

Left over from Michael's birthday:



At Phin's Steakhouse around 2am. The birthday boy couldn't decide where to eat. I didn't know men could be so fickle. Was too tired to care which explains why I look hideous in those photos. I don't understand why the other two still looked so radiant though, after all, we gone through hell.

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