They say,
Sorry seems to be the hardest word.
But nowadays, for most people, I think it isn’t.
People can simply utter the word “Sorry” without even meaning it. For some people, it is merely an expression. Expression in the sense that they usually say it, hearing it from that person is so typical that you don’t know if he or she is earnest with what he or she said. Other folks are just merely being sarcastic with other people. That is they are saying “Sorry” just to mock other people.
What’s with the word “Sorry” that it is a big deal to me? The reason why people articulate the word is to apologize, to state remorse, or to express guilt and admit regret. And with that, what should come with apology is sincerity. Sincerity goes with honesty of expression of true feelings, earnest utterance and candor. The said statements only lead to one thing, sincerity matters to me.
I maybe sounding kind of cynical, but this is how I feel from being surrounded by stubborn people. These are the people that I can easily list as “Friends”, but counting on them is a different thing.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Dulcolax for Great Mornings!
Ranting starts now,
My god!
Should everything be spoon fed to some people?!
Damn it!
Don’t you know how to figure it by yourself?!
The internet is a vast source of information, make use of it! It’s not only for Friendster or chatting.
I’m not a walking information counter or your information database.
PLEASE!
I’m really pissed off, thanks to you for making my morning g-r-e-a-t! And of course, because of you, I managed to have an entry that really sucks.
By now, I should be finishing my assignment. I should be interpreting regression results. Thanks to you...
*Sheesh…*
I really need to take a holiday…
My god!
Should everything be spoon fed to some people?!
Damn it!
Don’t you know how to figure it by yourself?!
The internet is a vast source of information, make use of it! It’s not only for Friendster or chatting.
I’m not a walking information counter or your information database.
PLEASE!
I’m really pissed off, thanks to you for making my morning g-r-e-a-t! And of course, because of you, I managed to have an entry that really sucks.
By now, I should be finishing my assignment. I should be interpreting regression results. Thanks to you...
*Sheesh…*
I really need to take a holiday…
Friday, September 19, 2008
STD: Stressed, Together with Distress
It has been almost two months since my last entry. The funny thing is that my last entry was like I had a break from nerve-racking stuffs, which is something that I badly needed to have now.
So here goes another rant entry.
So much stress my thesis has caused me. We were a group of eight, but it seemed that most of the jobs are left on me. I had lots of overnights due to this thesis, and some of my uncooperative group mates just made it a sleep over. I look really exhausted and worn out. I forgot most of my responsibilities because of this damn thesis, and my mother is enraged because I can’t help in this house like I used to.
It is not only that thesis that bothers me.
Believe it or not, I do have a doppelganger! And I always see her whenever I have a class. She imitates the way I act, my expressions, and even my atrocious attitude. What a pitiful creature she is. Miss Copycat’s case is pretty hopeless since we talked to her about what she is doing and her attitude for several times but to no avail she still hasn’t done anything about the matter. She did change, but for the worse!
Two of my college friends disturb me. The water is now clear, but it got even harder to tread. I need to stay away from the both of you, it isn’t healthy anymore. We had lots of it; it’s time to take a break from it now.
The table has now turned between me and an old friend. He used to send me messages from time to time, call me whenever he liked, and ask me out for lunch. But now, everything change, I’m the one who is seeking for his help, send him messages, and call him. We both had sinned to each other from the past, but it appears that what I committed was graver than what he did. Though in reality, what he did was dire, and what I did was just simple.
*Sigh*
Ok, enough with ranting.
I can’t get over Alanis Morisette’s Ironic. This isn’t just a simple last song syndrome. The song is a big ouch for me for whatever reasons it maybe.
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic, don't you think?
A little too ironic and yeah I really do think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought it figures
So here goes another rant entry.
So much stress my thesis has caused me. We were a group of eight, but it seemed that most of the jobs are left on me. I had lots of overnights due to this thesis, and some of my uncooperative group mates just made it a sleep over. I look really exhausted and worn out. I forgot most of my responsibilities because of this damn thesis, and my mother is enraged because I can’t help in this house like I used to.
It is not only that thesis that bothers me.
Believe it or not, I do have a doppelganger! And I always see her whenever I have a class. She imitates the way I act, my expressions, and even my atrocious attitude. What a pitiful creature she is. Miss Copycat’s case is pretty hopeless since we talked to her about what she is doing and her attitude for several times but to no avail she still hasn’t done anything about the matter. She did change, but for the worse!
Two of my college friends disturb me. The water is now clear, but it got even harder to tread. I need to stay away from the both of you, it isn’t healthy anymore. We had lots of it; it’s time to take a break from it now.
The table has now turned between me and an old friend. He used to send me messages from time to time, call me whenever he liked, and ask me out for lunch. But now, everything change, I’m the one who is seeking for his help, send him messages, and call him. We both had sinned to each other from the past, but it appears that what I committed was graver than what he did. Though in reality, what he did was dire, and what I did was just simple.
*Sigh*
Ok, enough with ranting.
I can’t get over Alanis Morisette’s Ironic. This isn’t just a simple last song syndrome. The song is a big ouch for me for whatever reasons it maybe.
A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic, don't you think?
A little too ironic and yeah I really do think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought it figures
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