blurred visions and bright lights. here i am sitting in starbucks mt kiara trying my best to study for my trials next week. failing immensely and falling asleep in the process.
while reading okay.. while attempting to read my sejarah text book just now i noticed a picture at the bottom left of my page and i was reminded of my unfortunate encounter with a rather irritating man yesterday night at a party.
he was the sort that tried to hard to fit in. acting like he was the smartest and the most successful man in the room bragging about his daily life and how he was an all mighty goverment servant.
he was constantly laughing in that high strung manner that i find so irritating that i was pretty tempted to indulge myself in a round of *smart yet witty* clamour of insults with this MAN who had the guts to laugh and make fun of the people i was with. it seemed to amuse him how our little group was so close knit like a family.playing games drinking and having fun with the occasional drunks here and there.
who was he to make fun of these people. so what if we weren’t *great and sucessful or smart* like him. not that he was any of the above from the way he behaved last night. i wonder what he would have been like under the influence of alcohol.
would he have been the noisy loud ass that annoys everyone.. the quiet shy one.. the loud playful one or the emotional sensitive one thats easily hurt by everything… i sat there across the room in my chair observing and listening to every word and every expression that came out of his mouth and appeared on his face. bemused by his so called “superiority” to everyone else in the room.
who was he to question someone drunk about cheating on his girlfriends. and in disdain laughed at the honest answer provided claiming that it was a lie as he himself had cheated 8 times in his studying life. bullshit.
thats all i can say to that statement he made. he looked like that kind that had a crap social life. the outcast. the nerd who nobody wanted to be friends with. what more having a girlfirned and having the guts to cheat on her a whooping total of 8 times. seriously. with who? whores and prostitues seemed to be the only answer that appeared in my mind at that time. a smirk appeared on my face and a gurgle of laughter escaped from my mouth but i held it in. refrained myself and continue to sit quietly on my chair watching.observing.listening.to this sad man who tried so hard to fit in.
