The One With Failing

August 18, 2009

There’s no use holding on to something that we can never ever get.

Let go let go let go let go let go let go.

Accept the truth that you failed. Big time. And dust yourself up and move on.

And hopefully next time you won’t fall again.

Alah cepat lahh…

I gronaed as the whoever big-shot is giving some big time speech up on the stage. I looked at my watch and let out another groan.

Damn. It’s just 11 a.m. How long does this tortures have to last?

I throw a look around me. People with expectant glances and hopeful faces return my stares. I began to feel that I’m the only one not having fun here. Oh great, here I am  sulking at my own ceremony after working my ass off for three freaking years.

But then, I suddenly remember one of my favorite phrase by Confucious. Choose  a job that you love and you don’t have to work a day in your life. I’ve always love studying. Well, of course I hate exams and assignments, but my point is, I actually enjoyed the whole process of my university life. The late night mamak, the assignments discussion that always end up as another laugh in get together, and the lecturers that look upon us like a growing seed.

At that point I feel that I’ve done a pretty darn good job in studying. I should bask in the happiness and not sulk the way I always do.This is my party and I should crash it the way I always wanted to.

Smile Teck Fui. You’re the man of the day today.

I let out another silent YAY as they called up my name to receive my much awaited scroll of hard work. This scroll will be the epitome of my hardship, friendship and courage.

Turns out today will be the best day of my life after all.