Saturday, February 03, 2007
La misère aime la compagnie
Misery loves company.
Misery. It attacks suddenly and swiftly, with a speed that can leave a person feeling appalled and shocked.. but when you feel the first wave of misery, it is too late. It loves company and probably wont leave you alone for awhile.
Note: I am not feeling creative right now to think of words to despict my frustration with myself.Thus I shall resort to using some 'colorful' vocabulary. Note that you have been warned. Xy, you know what to do.. just replace the F words with damned/shit/dang. Whatever you please la
Today, I sat for my quantitative statistics paper actually, its just a fancy name for math. and I made a decision which is so stupid I feel like ramming my head against the hardest piece of concrete in college.Or the sturdiest angsana tree in TBR. Whichever applies. See which one I come upon first la..
I choose to do a question which takes up a hell alot of time.. with drastic implications. Took me almost 45 minutes. Fuck. I then realised that the answer is probably wrong. Double fuck. But without enough time on my hands, I had to resort to the Japanese kamikazi method. Sacrifice the question and continue with the next. Which I rushed through like mad which is most likely wrong as well. So yeah.. fuck again.
And you know what? I know that I KNOW how to do the paper. All I need is TIME to THINK.
Upon escaping the stuffy sport complex (the air con broke down), I was greeted by a most frustrating soul. Already I was ready to tear up the exam paper and burn it as an offering to my ancestors before flushing down the ashes in the foulest toilet bowl I can find in KL.
Then, SHE came upon me and started blabbing that she cant get an A. Ok, fine. Whatever. Let you vent your frustrations la. I was really too sad and too numb with shock to retaliate.
*ten minutes passed...*
AND she was still going on... and on
THATS IT. I was ready to scream.
I'll probably get a worst grade then you and I have to CONSOLE you?
Five minutes I understand.
More than that is just too painful for me to endure anymore.. Its like adding salt to the wound and THEN using sandpaper to rub it in.
So I ran. FAST.
Sometimes, I wonder why cant people be more understanding and just put themselves in other people's shoes. Do not compare your misery to mine. I do not appreciate it. It is totally insensitive.
Its like asking
A blind person if he can see things in his dreams.
A deaf person why he cant play a musical intrument.
A begger why he has to beg.
Misery loves company.
Misery. It attacks suddenly and swiftly, with a speed that can leave a person feeling appalled and shocked.. but when you feel the first wave of misery, it is too late. It loves company and probably wont leave you alone for awhile.
Note: I am not feeling creative right now to think of words to despict my frustration with myself.Thus I shall resort to using some 'colorful' vocabulary. Note that you have been warned. Xy, you know what to do.. just replace the F words with damned/shit/dang. Whatever you please la
Today, I sat for my quantitative statistics paper actually, its just a fancy name for math. and I made a decision which is so stupid I feel like ramming my head against the hardest piece of concrete in college.Or the sturdiest angsana tree in TBR. Whichever applies. See which one I come upon first la..
I choose to do a question which takes up a hell alot of time.. with drastic implications. Took me almost 45 minutes. Fuck. I then realised that the answer is probably wrong. Double fuck. But without enough time on my hands, I had to resort to the Japanese kamikazi method. Sacrifice the question and continue with the next. Which I rushed through like mad which is most likely wrong as well. So yeah.. fuck again.
And you know what? I know that I KNOW how to do the paper. All I need is TIME to THINK.
Upon escaping the stuffy sport complex (the air con broke down), I was greeted by a most frustrating soul. Already I was ready to tear up the exam paper and burn it as an offering to my ancestors before flushing down the ashes in the foulest toilet bowl I can find in KL.
Then, SHE came upon me and started blabbing that she cant get an A. Ok, fine. Whatever. Let you vent your frustrations la. I was really too sad and too numb with shock to retaliate.
*ten minutes passed...*
AND she was still going on... and on
THATS IT. I was ready to scream.
I'll probably get a worst grade then you and I have to CONSOLE you?
Five minutes I understand.
More than that is just too painful for me to endure anymore.. Its like adding salt to the wound and THEN using sandpaper to rub it in.
So I ran. FAST.
Sometimes, I wonder why cant people be more understanding and just put themselves in other people's shoes. Do not compare your misery to mine. I do not appreciate it. It is totally insensitive.
Its like asking
A blind person if he can see things in his dreams.
A deaf person why he cant play a musical intrument.
A begger why he has to beg.
posted by hiddenmcky at 4:46 PM
4 Comments:
SORRY.....
your french title is so sexy..
anyway, whoever that "she" is, "she" is like every misery i know.. they can never leave you alone. the point of them making a misery out of their misery is to make themselves feel better.. it other words "give me your sympathy! tell me something good!! tell me you're lousy!!"
screw them all..
do feel better ok? i cant stand miss/mr misery either, but thinking about it all the time doesnt make my orange juice taste better or davey more god-like.. we have ourselves to be happy for cause we survive another day of misery.
Hmm... i wonder who she is. But anyway, dun took her words so seriously, or u will ended up strangle her. Haha... anyway, i aso dun think i do good at tis exam 2. Dun think 2 much about it, wat is over is over liao.
vyonne. Its not someone you know well.
In fact, she isnt even from our course.
Anyway, I've forgiven and will eventually forget the whole incident.
Life's short.
We all have our own pressure and problems during the exams.
Thus, I'll try not to make ppl's life uncomfortable and just forget this petty problem.
When diagreement arises, always remember friendship is one of the most valuable gift god has given to us besides our family.
Goodness. I am starting to sound like dalai lama. HAHAH!
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