a bad hair day
i kinda had a 'bad hair day' today. you know how its like to have a 'bad hair day' - like my brother every morning, waking up and fretting over his locks. no my hair was fine. its the expression that im using. like you're fretting over something so superficial and getting yourself all caught up with it.
well, i wasnt complaining about my figure or my hair or anything. it was the horrible state of mind i had when i woke up in the morning. its the hunch that you're going to have a long dreadful day and there's almost nothing you can do about it but submerge yourself into it and get it fixed.
another sign of a bad day would be me waking up, being awfully irritated with my alarm and staring at the ceiling, wondering if im suppose to be out of bed or if i'd just woken up from a nightmare. and that was what happened this morning.
and i made my long way to school. met carrie on the bus and coincidentally, we both had the same thought in our head 'i wanna quit school!' and then we talked about how horrible school has been, and how discouraged we feel and all the awful things that made us so upset. sigh. then carrie took out her ipod and said 'i need some encouragement!' and we both listened to Hillsong together throughout the rest of the journey to school.
self-pity eh?
when i finally reached school, late as usual, it was for a dreadful meeting. and when it ended, i had to drag myself up to the fms block to check out the radio studios and see what's available. and i met germaine, shah and izzat. and all i could manage was 'i wanna quit school!'. germaine smiled at me, sweetly as usual, and said 'i told my mom that so many times, but all she did was to ask me one question and i had to take it back.' and when i asked her what it was, she replied 'so what are you going to do?' oops. i was dumbfounded. i didnt know what to reply her either and i really took it back. and i sigh some more.
self-pity again eh?
after a decade, jaime finally arrived and made her grand entrance with her crutches. we discussed our radio assignment and talked about all the usual nonsense. had two cups of coffee, one after the other. and i told her about my poor intra-personal skills. (that means im not comfortable being alone, and i dont like to spend time alone) and i emphasized on what a bad day i was having. with no particular reason. just like the feeling of having a 'bad hair day'.
more self-pity again eh?
oh and then we met stephanie. jaime went into the radio studios while i stood outside trying to figure out how the booking system works. and i said that line again. 'i wanna quit school!' and she laughed at me. and i cant quite remember what else she said. hmm.
even more self-pity again eh?
it really was a bad day. filled with self-pity and whining. shut up phoebe!
well, i wasnt complaining about my figure or my hair or anything. it was the horrible state of mind i had when i woke up in the morning. its the hunch that you're going to have a long dreadful day and there's almost nothing you can do about it but submerge yourself into it and get it fixed.
another sign of a bad day would be me waking up, being awfully irritated with my alarm and staring at the ceiling, wondering if im suppose to be out of bed or if i'd just woken up from a nightmare. and that was what happened this morning.
and i made my long way to school. met carrie on the bus and coincidentally, we both had the same thought in our head 'i wanna quit school!' and then we talked about how horrible school has been, and how discouraged we feel and all the awful things that made us so upset. sigh. then carrie took out her ipod and said 'i need some encouragement!' and we both listened to Hillsong together throughout the rest of the journey to school.
self-pity eh?
when i finally reached school, late as usual, it was for a dreadful meeting. and when it ended, i had to drag myself up to the fms block to check out the radio studios and see what's available. and i met germaine, shah and izzat. and all i could manage was 'i wanna quit school!'. germaine smiled at me, sweetly as usual, and said 'i told my mom that so many times, but all she did was to ask me one question and i had to take it back.' and when i asked her what it was, she replied 'so what are you going to do?' oops. i was dumbfounded. i didnt know what to reply her either and i really took it back. and i sigh some more.
self-pity again eh?
after a decade, jaime finally arrived and made her grand entrance with her crutches. we discussed our radio assignment and talked about all the usual nonsense. had two cups of coffee, one after the other. and i told her about my poor intra-personal skills. (that means im not comfortable being alone, and i dont like to spend time alone) and i emphasized on what a bad day i was having. with no particular reason. just like the feeling of having a 'bad hair day'.
more self-pity again eh?
oh and then we met stephanie. jaime went into the radio studios while i stood outside trying to figure out how the booking system works. and i said that line again. 'i wanna quit school!' and she laughed at me. and i cant quite remember what else she said. hmm.
even more self-pity again eh?
it really was a bad day. filled with self-pity and whining. shut up phoebe!
1 Comments:
everyone has a bad hair day once in a while dear. Probably a good thing for you to embrace it and get it all out of your system. till you've got a reply to the question, try not to think about it. I love you!!
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