I totally despise people with such character. It is so annoying. Well, it is not exactly the fact that the ignorance of that person annoys. Rather, it is the part when a pondering moment strikes through your skull to think, “Whoa, is this person for real? How come s/he does not know bout that when it’s so obvious it couldn’t be more?”
Wombat.
I am in the FYP group with this coursemate for the past 4 months. In that whole period of time, we’ve had group discussions together and once, our supervisor had asked to meet us personally. She was buggering hell for devil when she kept asking us, “Why does he want to meet us privately? why can’t he discuss about our materials with all of us together? What’s wrong with having all of his students together at one time? Wouldn’t he save much more time?”
And… to make this person less appealing is the fact that she makes other people wait. No, i am not talking bout guys. If she makes guys wait, she’s ideal. Guys adore her. She makes other ladies wait. And THAT is as annoying as “tapping your foot while waiting for something cool to tap in coz you can’t do anything bout the tapping noise from the dripping tap water”. So… what’s so annoying about that? Coz you’ll never know whether or not she’ll still be ignorant to whatever you might just have to say bout that attitude.
wooooap!
Back to the FYP thingee. Ok. So what’s buggering? The point where she asked someone of the same group, “Oh, so your supervisor’s Dr Mackay as well?” What the mother’s nature of heaven, earth and hell?! All of us have been in the same group discussions and everyone did mention bout who’s with who before and that person had answered all her silly questions and yet, the very question that shouldn’t even be asked by this time around, was asked… by her.
The analysis: So what do i think? She’s just plain ignorant. In other way to put it, she is probably someone who ignores matters that do not benefit her significantly or of her interest. Oh well, that is probably the best attitude we should have. Not being interested in other people or matter if they do not benefit you in any way. The best thing is, when someone describes that kinda attitude as selfish, we can sooooo totally be cool with that, coz… we’ll just be ignorant bout that too, wouldn’t we?
i still despise ignorant people.
yes.
and no.
yes, because i just came back from a dinner and i felt like i’ve just eaten a whole cow and it ain’t feeling good at all… although the food was undeniably yummy. YUM-MEEEEE! I wish cmingo and wei jin, oh… or maybe terence toh and jason lim were here. These boys are definitely plate-sweepers when you are out for a good hearty meal with them and that’s not a bad thing at all. Considering the servings when eating out are usually big, they can be “handy” to be around with girls so that there’ll be less wastage. geddit?
and… no. ’cause… food aside, life’s currently stuffed for a while. 2 subjects of 3 write-ups and 1 presentation. All stuffed into one month. Oh well, it could not have been a stuffed March but I guess i had a lazy February and thus resulted this busy month. Moodswings start kicking in and antisocialism seem to be boring. I definitely can hate people these days.
THAT led me to say that I am even emotionally stuffed these days. Even the noise outside made by that two people irks me through my bones. What’s wrong with me? Or at the same time i wonder, what’s wrong with her room that they can’t be sappy within it? I don’t make much noise even when i am alone. So please don’t polute that soundless peace. I hope somebody reads this and somehow tells them so, cause i know these very few people don’t read muh blog. And i am not going to be unreasonably rude to stop some people sharing laughter and joy.
Oh dear. I hope all these stuffings do not get into me negatively. Easter’s coming. Anybody up to anything? I think i should go wakeboarding. Just for that Brit’ experience. Oh yeaaa!
I wanna leave… at the same time I wanna stay.
I am doing this seriously… at the same time all I am really looking for is fun.
I thought I needed it… at the same time I could do without.
I should be looking… at the same time it oughta be right that i should not.
I can be people-loving… at the same time i can be very anti-social…
Imagine if life has a perforation mark for us to tear apart! We’ll be able to have two ends of options. Then again, able to break apart also means vulnerability.
Currently, I really want to do alotta stuffs, at the same time in my head I can feel that what I really want is bumping around not doing anything. How very odd.
Life as now is like a jack-in-the-box. The moment the lid opens I feel like dashing out… at the same time, the spring just keeps holds me back!
bleagh…
At that very moment, it felt bitter. I did not see it coming. Although I know i should have expected it, I was unprepared.
And now… I’m going through it, but the bitterness was long gone… only to be replaced with sourness. I loathe every bit of it because it is distastefully disturbing.
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Ever notice that when the moment you hear hurtful things about you, all you can do was just stone and only after that when your mind starts to wonder why you have heard all those things, the pain was more intense?
Ever heard your partner asked for a break, all you can do at that moment is to ponder what ways you can mend the relationship back together and by the time you know it was truly over, you felt the most pain?
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Today, I understand the feeling of pain. In my case, it was trivial. Nonetheless, the whole event of pain strike was still there. Not too traumatic yet for me to say it was “undescribable”.
Here, i should begin… “Long finger nails and volleyballers don’t come together.” For crying out loud, i think any games involving possible body contact should not even have players with long finger nails. The old scar, once described by my GP that it must have been a failed attempted suicide. Just grrrrreeeeat. Now I am much more of a loser, I’ve got TWO “failed suicide attempt”.
Ash-whole (sic)
When i mentioned “bloody hell!” i certainly meant it with full expression of agony. When my team mate accidentally scratched my wrist, the wound just bled profusely like as if i had a tank of blood embedded under my arm. BUT… there was not any pinch of pain at all. It was just. plain. BLOODY.
Then, home time. I went to shower. Never prepared myself for the most sour pain for the week. It hurt so much I thought my arm was in a HELL dimension. It was noxious from physical to mental.
I am not annoyed by my team mate who scratched me. Like I’ve said, when the “hurting process” is going on, pain is always almost insignificant. I am just so totally annoyed by the immobility of my wrist for the next few days and agonizing showers ahead. And of course, annoyed for had painfully playing so hard and yet… so so so so so SOOO close to beating the Glasgow Uni team. Oh well, better luck next time. Afterall, everything was for good game.
It’s a new month now… again. It seems that i’m beginning to say that line ever much quicker recently. Work overload must’ve been causing this very much undesirable habit. Plus, there are times for play and future plannings, albeit not really a necessity to fret on, some may say.
Anyways, as i’ve promised some friends o’er the MSN to post up the pics and describe a lil’ bout the Scots’ balls and parties, here goes…
Just last week Strathclyde had the Sports Ball. And like i’ve said before to afew friends over MSN, “Maaaan… these Scots have every reason to hold a party!” So, there I was, put on a simple dress, a lil’ makeup and voila, headed for the so-called biggest event of the Uni, as described by Mr Captain of Team Strath’ Vball. As understood by then, it was because generally every faculty do have their ball but usually the turnout would not be overwhelming as the Sports ball because the people going to Sports Ball consist of students from the whole Uni, every faculty and sports staff too.
Cool thing about partying at such event over here is that the people are more laid back. Unlike the Malaysian style events that I’ve had been to, the culture here are much more excited to get more fun (and booze), compared to the ever narcissistic culture we have in us. If ever there is a way to describe it, I must say that we have a chronic digicam-abuse behaviour. I am totally not for or against that ke-chronic-an endowment of certain individuals. But to think back of the time when we the event organizers had to usher the people into the event hall and get thrown with descriptions sometimes as for “rudely stopping” their multiple-camera-clickings-for-a-single-pose, it’s pretty annoying. Maybe that is one of the factor why Malaysian event can never start in time. You could guess it; we are fashionably late.
Another thing bout the ball? Typically Scots, the men wear kilts and by the end of the day we had a Ceilidh band playing Scots music and there were we merry-go-rounding and spinning like there was no tomorrow and having a great share of laughters in the air!
Right on… Although there are plenty more pics in other teammates’ cameras, I’ll let the eyes rolling for the pics I have just now.
Anyway, the team just got our hoodies (aka our team sweater with a hood) and here’s mine…
That… is… how my initials turned out to be when I’ve my name as such to be printed in a Brit country. First name, then last name (or surname). Oh well, at least now i do not need to crack my head on what should I get to bring back home as something to remember of. I’ll probably frame it or something when I get back home. Woot!
At 15, he used to say that when he knows he will soon to cease breathing he’ll say, “My friends, you’ll miss me.” He had said it. And i was not there to hear it.
A road block we’ve came by. But it’s not a dead end. Thank goodness.
It just takes a lil’ time for the workmen to finish up the work and take that sign away.
The analogy to that: The people who shared the same feelings and talked. We are the “workmen” to bring the sign away as soon as every others agree the same.
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