Being a girl with a job, ahem, I get to do what people with jobs do. Commute on the same route every fucking day. It’s boring as hell I tell you I even have to create my own BTS playlist on my iPod just to get by. If you’re curious, it’s full of upbeat, guilty pleasure music that are sure to keep your eyes open and heart pumping with the beat of the drums courtesy of Britney, Justin, and Pussycat Dolls.

Anyways. Commuting makes me realize how effective OOH (Out Of Home) media really are. OOH composes of those BTS ads and other outdoor advertisements such as billboards and posters. I never really liked them while doing advertising in ABAC and honestly I never understood why we had to pick it as one of our choices of media all the time. Now that I have become the target of my own senior project (working people) I realize how much I am exposed to all this outdoor ads. Man are they cluttered. Seriously frequency doesn’t really result in.. well result. I remember seeing alot of the same ads but if I have to name them all, only few come to mind.

Funniest thing, the one that comes to mind isn’t interesting because of its creative idea or originality of it. It’s because of the message they are trying to tell us. The ad I’m talking about is the BTS ads of the English school Wallstreet. Yeah one of those “I Speak Wallstreet English” ads whatever that means.

You know naming your institute Wallstreet one is bound to expect something professional, something on the corporate level, something wallstreety – you know the CEO, the suits, the skyhigh offices types. But if you look at their ads, they are saying exactly opposite. Wallstreet Institute definitely do not cater to those in the corporate, business environment.

Why? Well if you ride the BTS as much as I do you would have come across this weird campaign of theirs. The ad shows I think 3 scenarios of the possible mishaps that you will face in your “working” environment abroad if you do not know how to speak English – or in this case, Wallstreet English.

Wanna know the funniest thing? The three scenarios are not like of you in college totally lost in lectures or you in the office totally fucking up your presentation to boss, hell no. For Wallstreet English, your working environments compose of being a Pizza Delivery Boy, A Kitchen Hand, and A Nanny.

Whatta fuck?

If you’re gonna go abroad to become a pizza boy or a nanny, would you sign up for a freaking English tutoring class? It’s like buying fine imported French veal meat from Villa just to go make Isaan Nam Tok or something. It’s just wrong man.

What kind of English conversational phrases do you think they teach anyway?

“Would you like some fries with that, sir?”

Man you should be so proud if your daughter can speak Wallstreet English.

PS. See comments for Namizon’s real experience with Wallstreet. Even better than my post!

Just a teeny mini micro little bit of a reminder…

Kitz Graduates TMR!!

Queen Sirikit Center, Asoke, 2PM.

Presents are not required but highly encouraged. No lame graduation bouquets please, I expect REAL EXPENSIVE MATERIALISTIC PRESENTS! Kidding!

Extensive partying follows. If you can’t come, you can catch me at Matt and Will’s Wrong Disco.

“Dissatisfaction and restlessness resulting from boredom and apathy”

Yeah that’s the meaning of ennui and it pretty much sums up my feelings towards the whole GRE thing.

It’s so useless! Of course you might think that learning all these ancient words is a great way to expand your vocabulary but seriously will you ever EVER in your life get a chance to use it in everyday living. This word is among the 50 words I need to learn memorize this week. And there are SIX weeks in total! I am so not a voracious GRE student and it’s slowly enervating my alacrity in working towards getting my masters degree. See, now I don’t even know if I used the damn words correctly because it’s not about comprehension it’s purely memorization.

It’s like I’m back in Thai school again.

And here I am thinking the workshop thing is over…

But least this time I’m doing it with the people who actually work.

Workshop Exhibition – The theme is the Five Senses and like I said before Protex is the ’smell’ aspect of it. Don’t know how to presentation will be like yet it’s still in the making.

Sigh.

Don’t you ever feel like it’s never gonna get any better than this. You know it’s not even the peak of your life and yet you feel that it’s stuck already? I wander through classes daily and that’s basically the purpose of it all – just going to classes to get my damn degree. It’s my last semester I should be enjoying it or at least having someone to enjoy it with. Yet everything just feels like nothing – numb that’s the word.

I used to have the Harrow event to at least be something I could look forward to and that was ruined. Now there’s just really isn’t any purpose for me to be excited or ambitious or eager to do something or be something different. Here I am just mumbling about things I don’t even get myself.

Good thing though that this workshop exhibition thing is now. For the first time I start to get to know people who I was only acquainted for the past four years. At least there’s a change.

That’s something to look forward to at Uni until it’s all over.

Then, I should find something else to hold on to.

More photos as the time passes by – hopefully there’s a change.

My most anticipated class ever – Magazine Writing by an outsourced lecturer from Bangkok Post. Two weeks into the semester and I still haven’t got a clue of what it’s like.

I love how ABAC works whenever and however it pleases.

First week the class wasn’t ready as not enough students registered for it. We were told class would start this Sat and were told to come anyway despite the weekend being the holiday. Taay confirmed it with the teacher many times, emphasizing on the fact that this Sat was right smack in the middle of a 5-day holiday and yet we were still told that there would be a class. We were also informed about the room change and asked to meet at the faculty office first at 2PM sharp.

Surprise surprise. We showed up at 1:50PM and the office was closed. How could it not be when it was a holiday!

So Bow went to the classroom that the class was supposed to be, and no one was there. The maids even had the room ready for a class already with the comp and the lights on.

We waited for an hour, going back and forth from the room to the office and there was no one to be found. No contacts, no signs, no nothing.

We decided to give up. But before that we decided to make a statement and also leave evidence of our presence, just in case. With ABAC you cannot be too careful it could come back and haunt you if you don’t have proof to back yourself up.

Here’s our evidence. And now it’s on my blog so whoever’s reading this can be my witness.

We were there, on time and as told. Whole day was wasted along with two-week worth of that class’ tuition fee.