Awww. Share Your Feelings.

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Song: C'est La Mort by The Civil Wars.
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Sometimes, I don't understand my college mind works.

On special Fridays, we have this student assembly. Which I hate more than I hate School's Monday Assembly.
I hate anything that has the word, 'ASSembly' or 'ceramah'. I HATE LISTENING TO PEOPLE YAPPING IRRELEVANT THINGS TO ME. IT BURNS MY PRECIOUS EARS. I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN LISTEN TO YOU BLABBING ABOUT SHIT.

On very vair very special Fridays, we have this Mentor Mentee shit that its' main purpose is to prevent me from going home on Friday.

Please.
What's Mentor Mentee, you say? 

It's a sophisticated way of college terms saying 'Share Your Feelings' day. You know, like in the kindergarten.

Which everyone hates includes the lecturers. I am 70% sure that the lecturers have better things to do than listening to our mindless problem.

I think it's the government cheap ass way to handle the oh-so-shocking suicides/depression cases among students.

Mr. Concerned About Everything : AHHH. You must do something about your alarming suicide cases among the students.
Mr. Government: Of course. That is OUR NO 1 priorities and all the other matters can be put aside. Especially those irrelevant sodomy case. 
Mr Concerned About Everything: DID YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
Mr Government: Err. We are on our way on doing that. Err.. We're planning a Show and Tell session on every Friday.
Mr Concerned About Everything: Thank you, sir. Now, how about those irresponsible, obscene foreign artists like  Jessie J, Elton John and Avril Lavigne concerts?


I bet it goes like that.

Don't those people know anything about Teen Angst? Gosh. That's why Simple Plan  and Linkin Park is so popular back in the days.

Anyway, I got unlucky today. Because it's Friday.

And I got picked by the 'Mentor' to tell everyone in my class about my feelings.

It's basically my worst nightmare. Sharing my feelings with everyone.

So, I made up some crap and may add and omit  a thing or two.

You know, like err.. I said I have a stomachache before the results were out.  I didn't add the part where I need to poop.

Or the fact that I may have a dream about everyone transferring to PDT but I didn't say that I was the only one who is still in PST. Because that made me looked like I'm such a genius even in my subconscious state.

And I may have indirectly shit-talked about someone while sharing my feelings. Whoops. 

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