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read between the lines
wasted wasted 7 1/2 today all because i couldn't say no. okay, minus around 1 1/2 because we had Life, but still...it's quite a waste. sigh...sometimes i know i'm too nice until it's not nice for me. know what i mean? what was supposed to be just lunch turned out to be...some kind of all-day time-waster. class was supposed to be the excuse for me to leave right after, but at the last minute we found out it was cancelled.so me being half-confused and unsure about where to go, obliged to continue the time-wasting. and then oh, it was time for Life. after that it was supposed to be a quick dinner and then off to pray. however, Life took too long and dinner together was supposedly cancelled. my stomach was at stake, so i was planning to eat somewhere nearby and was looking forward to a nice long time of quiet after that. but no, dinner was re-set and we had to drag along someone else for the ride. after that everything else that happened made me regret that one major decision (i wasn't even the one who made it; my fault lay in the fact that i consented). maybe tiredness does funny things to different people. but if i didn't know before, i knew now that one of our friends has one of the most foulest mouths and dirty jokes among the people i usually mix around with. and that is not a good combination at all. imagine half-drunken highs, rowdy jeers and dirty jokes. people on the bus and on the streets staring at every embarassingly rude proclamation this jerk (in his own words, at one time when he was sane) makes. and imagine me, a person who is supposed to have been preparing for prayer right after that. how would i feel? especially when the last joke was hurled at me. if i could punch him for every time he said a foul word, he'd be a bloody pulp of brinjal at the end of it. and the fact that walking in groups is much slower than walking alone made our dinner arrive late. just great for my weak stomach. end of story? disturbed and shortened prayer, slight anger (i'm feeling tired now so i think it's passing) and bloated (with gas) stomach. awful awful awful. thank god after sitting here for a while the gastric pills are finally starting to take effect. i really have to put my foot down the next time or just not reply at all. i hope i do. --on hindsight, i guess i had extra reason to be mad because some of those jokes were made at me. or at least hinted at. and the worst part is he wasn't even drunk, he was just tired and being a blockhead. i would have just gotten out of the bus and left that jerk along to his own crude-commenting devices had it not been for my other friend's sake. |
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