When different people say the same thing about us, it’s time to introspect.. is it?
Not necessary!
On the same week some time ago, I have been called destroyer by my colleagues and classmates. But no lah, they are just too blur to see the real nice me. Keke..
Anyway, I find it funny that my classmates are always surprise with my jokes. It’s common that when I play I used a bit of stunt and sound effect, but for them, they call me crazy and violent. For example, using &%#@$& on sms to curse on assignments is just too normal, we can find it in children comic. But they say I speak vulgarity. Since then, anything I did, like play pin stabbing on the announcement board, giving virtual elbow punch etc, or simply say it’s freaking hot in class, they will pick on me. Don’t get me wrong, we had fun and laugh. But I protest because when somebody else did that, they will say I influence them, or even when somebody else uses four word language, they are okay with it! What a double standard, they just say that my face just doesn’t match with what I do and what I say, I should just sit nicely, wear flowery skirt and knitting.
Tuesday, I was attacked badly. The things is, the night before when we walked back home with some friend, we accompanied our Japanese friend to her office to put in some file because the office is spooky at ten. So while waiting for her, we started to find anything interesting to do. The office wall is made of those textured wallpaper, so while my friend was talking, I virtually, v-i-r-t-u-a-l-l-y bumped my friend’s head and dragged along the wall. Just for fun. I did it all the time! It’s a new thing to them, so they were amused, but soon, they found it fun too, I’m sure..!
So when we met again on Tuesday night, it was raining hard. She was late. So I told her that she actually could call me so I could pick her up in the junction with umbrella. When it looked like she had this sparkling in her eye that there is a friend so nice to her (uhuk…croak..croak..) I suddenly remember that when I was nice the last time, she said it was not me. So I banged her head again to the wall, dragged and now the wall had some hanging frame so it was not a smooth ride, even for virtual one. Ha..
As usual, she would tell the whole class about what I did to her, and this time, the class was very big, together with my other friends from other class, and the worst, the lecturer also played along.
It was almost like an intervention! The lecturer pretended to give me advice, then my friend said it was all started since the particular module that everyone finds it hellish, then everyone pretended to give me advices too. At one point I really think they were not pretending anymore..Argh…
Then the lecturer said there are ways to control your anger management, one of it by blogging (huh), the highest number of whinny blogging is about mother in law and sister in law. My other friend was interested, sister in law..!
Why? You have sister-in-law-to-be you want to kill?
Yes, indeed I do.
Then why don’t you hire her? The lecturer pointed to me.
And before I could say anything. My Japanese friend turned to me and asked surprisingly, Are you a hitman?
And the worse thing is, she really believes that. She is such a honest person.
A day before, when the lecturer gave a remark that Do not drop your soap in the prison.
Somebody has to explain it for her.
Lucky, I could find my way out of the class before I needed to hear the vivid explanation.
If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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