Let me kickstart this post by saying I was really pissed off at times today, but as I'm typing I'm in cloud nine! Whee! And the reason behind this upward mood swing is this - I, by myself, with reference to only our lecture notes, single-handedly completed my Electrochem tutorial! Applause please!
Of course, even when I'm not in the mood of butching, there are things cannot be left unsaid. There are also stories that just can't be left untold.
Have you, at any point in time, realized that the more you explain, the more sceptical your audience gets? Precisely. Some things, when told again and again, repeated for the n-th time, your audience gets tired, and switches off. And they may start questioning the motive behind the endless repeats. Or worse, each time you ever repeat them again, you'll be like experimenting on the strength of those barriers that witheld an active volcano within. Every word you utter will be another potential trigger for an eruption.
We are civilized. We don't need to make ourselves sound noble to be recognized.
All we need, is simply to be who we are, and who we are comfortable with.
Retaliation and resistance in any form will hence be non-existant.
Perhaps all you need, is another friendly smile and another ear willing to listen to what others have got to say, before you barge in with all your self-perceived neutral and beneficial comments. Needless to say, opinions, which make heads turn. In the opposite direction.
I know you'll read this. I know you've been coming here long ago. Long before others realize your regular peeks at their lives. Normally I extend a welcoming arm to anyone who comes, yet the prime reason is because they had not, by any means, provoked me. By not making me feel insulted and belittled is the quality in common of those whom I welcome. Are you one of them?
Have I voiced out my displeasure with the hostel? Because if I haven't, it'll be your first encounter with dunman high hostel. Then this definitely creates a BAD impression. But not like the hostel is very commendable. Size does matter. Small rooms give people psychological pressure (as if the schools and MOE haven't given us enough dose of that) which drives people emotionally unstable; wireless connection that looks pro but is actually yet another white elephant (as if there aren't enough white elephants around the hostel) and we can't even open a web page; and not to mention, all the rules and regulations that prohibits interaction between the opposite sexes (as if we only live with people of the same sex). This year, the increased level of noise, which disrupted my beauty sleep especially on saturday for times, further lengthens the list of 'dislikes'.
And they seem to engage in the perverse joy of making our lives miserable. Firstly is the never-ending sleep-disrupting nerve-wrecking noise pollution from the two construction sites, and then they just had to do it. They just had to chop off the cable and watch the entire hostel sink into darkness. And then they just had to chop exactly the female block power cable to anchor the entire block in further darkness for consecutively three days. But they left the make block unscathed. So smart of them. Then, with the excuse of doing the wiring jobs, they had to shut down power supply (from generators) for the female block, for three nights. We are surviving on generators now.
I'm really speechless about this. They just had to do it. They just haven't had enough of our misery. Call themselves our 'second home', when all rules are imposed such that we are some three-year-old kids who have not the intellect to tell when enough is enough.
I've had enough. I'll stay away from hostel, whether in school or in parkway, for as long as I can.
