A casualty of my own incompetence.

What if i tell you that this post is filled with depressing, angst ridden thoughts? Would you want to read on and listen to my self-deprecating comments on my life? Probably you would, because you wanted to read how pitiful and depressing this guy actually is and maybe had a good sneer in front of your computer's screen whilst chain of thoughts whizzed past your Grey matter in your skull.

Depressed, however does not necessarily mean sad or low in spirits, even though they are the conventional definition for that particular emotion. But it is also synonymous to being discourage; a sense of hopelessness and low self confidence.

But what exactly am I trying to say here? You must be wondering and probably expecting me to start off with a self-pity remark. I could have typed my wish to end my life so as to escape the realities of life because my results were bad even though i have a perfect family and life or maybe I could have typed that I am much healthier, full of vigour in real life but I am still unsuccessful and unhappy in life because what matters in this society is your education qualifications.

But come on, self-pity is for losers. Period.

It does amaze me that self-pity is a trait in which humans indulges in to find solace. Most of us do it subconsciously, some do it to find comfort. But this is not my point in writing this blog entry. My point is simple, i did badly for my A levels and i decided that to start off with a self-pity, depressing post about my bad results would turn people off. At the same time, I have been going through some introspective thoughts on my results and the only thing i could think of is that I am a casualty of my own incompetence.

Anyhow, I went for my last day of work on Thursday. I was reluctant to leave actually but both clement and I have no choice because we are going to be conscripted in 2.5 weeks time. Last meal there was sumptuous and the people there were as heartwarming as usual. I was pretty surprised that they actually gave us parting gifts and that really really touched me. Handshakes were exchanged when we left and it was emotional(HAHA but i wasnt joking). Fortunately, clement tore down the shelves as we were about to leave. We have to stayed back for 30 mins to move back the shelves and the files. It was tiring but we didnt mind.

Memories.....