The Silent Room

Yeah, I know how you’re feeling right now. It sucks to find out after all that crappy 8am lectures and Friday evening tutorials and gruelling lab report, amidst the motherfuckest of assignments, that your midterms were oh so low.

Yeah, I’ve been there. It’s a horrible feeling. And then I shot out question ranging from ‘The lecturer is so fucked up to ‘I should be in FCM instead’. I’m not here to dish out any advice or scold you or blame you or anything. I know how you feel right now. I felt that way, too. More than once, may I add. The most prominent thing?

“I know I fucked up. I don’t need you to tell me that. So STFU before I whip your balls with a live wire.”

What I want to say is that I know you’re depressed with the way things have turned out. But as lame a reminder as this may be I must ask you to keep your chin up. Shit has hit the fan and cleaning up is plain crap. Optimism doesn’t instantly hose your problems away, but it helps to lighten your burden. So does a smile.

And good house music. In short, I only have a few words for you who desperately seek that light at the end of the tunnel:

Make tomorrow worth waking up to.