My Depreciated Deed..

Oh my God..it's Monday again--my most full-packed day of the whole week! And I know I'll be busier the whole week days because of the up coming Hisbah Night when we're supposed to decorate and our room a day before the official night. But did we do anything? Of course not. I couldn't be bothered to. I just don't get the whole decorating concept. I mean, cleaning is reasonable enough to be imposed obligatorily, but decorating? Nah..I had enough last sem and I don't wanna decorate for nothing anymore! (well, I hope they have prizes for the most ugliest room, maybe we have a chance! *giggles*)

Yeah..well, my Monday is actually the usual one, except for the sudden cancellation of our Arabic Class that has been announced whole wide through SmS. Who wouldn't, anyway? Everybody parties when Arabic Class is cancelled. So, I did a small deed of telling my old guy pals by telling them that the class is, indeed, cancelleed.

I went up to my room, merrily eating my vastly inflated lunch from no other than, Kawa Thai. Then, as I finished my meal, my roommate told me that the class wasn't cancelled, and it wasn't cancelled at all! HUH?? I thought twice; "Didn't Faz** just told me that it was cancelled?" Out of confusion, I went to another classmate's room. And it wasn't cancelled and Jene** herself confirmed me. Argh. Damn, I have to change, now.

So I quickly told my roomies of the sudden explosion of the massive news and laughed as Anna**'s sighed: "Aww..really?" (insert scratching of the head here)

Of course I thought of telling the other guys that the class was resumed again, but I indirectly delivered the news. Instead of texting them at once, I sent the message to someone I know is close to them (who's our classmate as well, let's call him "The Messenger") and will convey the message later on. And because I personally like this "Messenger", I didn't have any second thoughts of passing the forwarded message.

I came to class panting because of the predictable hotness of the weather. And, surprise, surprise! The guys are not there, but the "Messenger" is here. Where are they? I thought, maybe they're still taking their sweetest time walking across the field. Then, an hour later, B** called angrily yelling over the phone looking for me and bellowing my name like I stole a chicken or something! My God. What's up with this people? Didn't I told them (well, indirectly , though) that the class is on?!

I was humiliated by the yelling. But a half of my body is telling me to know why that neaderthal-ish guy is yelling his lungs out. I asked the "Messenger" at the end of the class if he did tell them, and guess what? The Messenger said, "NO", flatly. So insensitive! He came himself not telling anybody and he just looked at me for emphasis that I'm actually there and walked away. I hate him! ARGH!!! (OK, calm down..)

Oh my God. No wonder that close-minded, neanderthal-ish guy is mad. But if you think of it, it wasn't my fault (right?). Argh. I hate it when I try to convince myself to be innocent. But the thing is, they reacted so childlishly withou having me explain my side and even if I do, they won't get my point. Why? God knows. But one thing's certain, we won't talk for the good two weeks of distrust but in peace.