Desolation/Consolation

Desolation: I did not get into the house committee
Consolation: I got a free orange juice from Jen

Desolation: I felt absolutely nothing (complete indifference) at all.
Consolation: People think i feel something, and hence console me.

Desolation: My profile was stolen from the Moor-Tarbet house notice board.
Consolation: My profile (and hence picture) was stolen from the Moor-Tarbet house notice board. Of course , they might just have been clearing the trash ones away.

Desolation: I wasted so much effort and endured so much humiliation for the whole process.
Consolation: The fulfilling experience has led to be writing my first ever article for RA magazine on elections (aptly titled: 'Help! I Can't Sustain my Election!')

Desolation: I'm a permanent 'attention whore' now that the maxine's marker ink can't be rubbed off.
Consolation: At least i'm attractive enough to BE some kind of whore (heck the attention part)

Desolation: I'm going to stay single my entire life.
Consolation: So is 75++% of my batch AND the EFers (WAHAHA!).

Desolation: I'm getting a gassy diarrhoea-esque stomach.
Consolation: More time on the toilet reading Discover and 8 Days!

Desolation: I'm missing Dance Night (no eye candies, no social life...)
Consolation: I get to NOT have diarrhoea while watching Dance Night

Desolation: I have to run for ORA tomorrow (some weird rafflesians society walk-a-jog) at 715 AM.
Consolation: Um. Ummmm... UM...

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Stomach gurgling in tune with... Don't Cha - Pussycat Dolls ft Busta Rhymes