Wallowing in self-pity, that is pathetic

  Before I start on my topic today, I’ll just give a brief description of the events that happened in my personal life.  There was teachers’ day rehearsal and the choir had to stay back until about 6pm or so because we had to go through two rounds of rehearsals.  I nearly destroyed my voice.  Subsequently, I returned home and headed to Bukit Timah for dinner with my family.  We ate at some restaurant called Penang Kitchen which served gastronomical delights that were true to the Penang culture.  The scrumptious food was exactly like the genuine hawker fare available in Penang.  I ordered a plate of Penang Fried Kway Teow which is much better than our local version, but as expected it lost to my favourite Ah Teck’s Fried Kway Teow found solely in Penang.  After our delectable dinner, we proceeded to NTUC which was within strolling proximity from the restaurant.  We purchased some typical weekend groceries and now I’m back at home.  I’ll be completing my Biology homework after this post.  Anyway tomorrow is teachers’ day and I’ll be going out with Fad and Kon again to celebrate Kon’s belated birthday.  We’ll be most probably watching Ratatouille.  I swear it’s the curse of “I’ll never watch that movie!”  Everytime I see a trailer and I say, “I’m never gonna watch that movie!”, I’ll end up watching it for sure.  I should just shut my gigantic mouth whenever I’m watching trailers.

 

  I got fed up with a certain friend of mine recently and I realised that Singapore has been breeding a generation of “emo” kids lately.  Many people have questioned the definition of “emo”, but I think people understand the rough idea of what it’s supposed to mean.  The intention of my post in not to conclude the meaning of being “emo”, instead I’m discussing about this terrible plague called “emoness”.  The word itself has been used umpteen times that it has become a cliche.  In actual fact, “Emo” is just a synonym of self-pity.  It is really pathetic to drown in your own pool of infinite misery.  This friend of mine has something “emo” to talk about in his/her every post on his/her blog.  I shan’t name this friend of mine.  He/She has exhausted my supply of comforting words to offer, I have given up on attempting to soothe his/her sorrows.  The precious words of alleviation from my dewy lips are worthless on such a helpless soul.  If this friend of mine were to commit suicide one day, he/she would have nobody else to blame but himself/herself.  My words are harsh, but it is undeniable.  Who are you to accuse somebody else of causing your death when it was you who took that drastic step to your own doom?  Trapping yourself in negative thoughts of your individual life, would only worsen your mental state and slowly demolish the walls of happiness that prevent the collapsing of your emotional self.  Why complain about lacking friends who are concerned about you?  Observe your surroundings carefully and maybe you’ll discover that you have been neglecting the love that is exuberated by caring friends.  Stop immersing youself in your trivial sorrows, there are so many out there in this world that are more lacking than yourself, yet they are radiant and hopeful about tomorrow.  It is alright to dip into your problems and post them on your blog once in a while, but total submersion into pity for yourself and blogging about it almost everyday is just plain sickening.  Everybody has days when they are down and feeling all alone, but jubilant days are more numerous.  If you suffer from seamlessly never-ending depression, I suggest you please visit a psychiatrist or a counsellor at least.  There is no pride in being labeled ”emo”.

Encapsulated in the reclusive chambers of isolation, stuck in the hell of thy own creation