One of William Congreve's famous lines, "
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned".
It has now been modernly paraphrased as "
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned".
Back then, it used to refer to a woman in inexplicable fury upon rejection in the name of love but now, it can mean a slighted female.
A female who is disrespected, like ME!
I came home, threw my two shopping bags on the floor and complained to my mum.
She was shocked to see me in full-blast temper, but of course already knew the full storyline ever since the budding stage of my group project's dispute.
I defended my purchases and said that they are all bought under stress.
I need to relieve them by spending money and she shook her head.
So what's the story about?
I have a group project for the unit, Marketing Management.
The marketing plan holds 40% while the final exam is of 30% weightage.
The marketing plan is due next friday, 5th Nov while the presentation, the following Monday on the 8th.
The group consists of 3 guys and 2 girls, including me.
My female group mate is fine; I've worked with her for Consumer Behaviour before and we worked fine.
It's the guys that are causing me problems.
One's a haughty ATAS mixed blood who doesn't give a s***, the other is his khaki who though, has been corresponding with my female group mate but doesn't produce significant results and lastly, a national water polo player who lives in JB.
Not that I mind his residential address, he's actually the most helpful bloke among the guys but still.
We have been talking about settling down to have a headstart for the project since A MONTH AGO and nothing has been actualised YET.
For fish's sake, we have barely 11 days left to compile a 25-page report.
And the topic ain't easy, shall I add?
Finally on the 19th Oct, the one who's neither the ATAS nor the water polo player mass-emailed all of us with this.
I thought, hey, this is good, finally the guy has gained enlightenment and decided to work.
When I opened the document, good heaven and earth, it was just a compilation of whatever research we sent him.
It was no different from ROJAK you know.
There is no focus, no answering of the assignment question, nothing like a marketing plan at all.
The following day, I sent an email to all of them, spoon-feeding them with information and the requirements of our assignment because clearly enough, they know nothing and expect to
have something out of
nothingness.
Since the guy who mass-emailed us earlier on requested for our availability schedules, my female group mate and I replied him on the days AND timings that we are free for discussion.
Guess what?
NO REPLY.
I went to school today with an ominous feeling.
My female group mate did not attend class.
I was left alone with that guy who, like I coin him in this post, neither the ATAS guy nor the water polo guy.
Class ended rather early today because the lecturer wanted the remaining time to be left for consultation.
I approached the guy and asked, "so are we up for a consultation later on?"
"I don't think we brought anything to be used for consultation."
!!!!!!!!!!!!! What nonchalance!!!!!!!!!
"Right. Then, did you receive my email?"
"Sorry, I don't check my email."
WHAT THE HECK?! YOU DON'T READ EMAILS? THEN WHY DID YOU BLOODY USE EMAIL FOR CORRESPONDENCE PREVIOUSLY ANYWAY!!!!!!! WHAT THE FISH!!!!!!!!!
"Okay so what's going to happen now? I heard from A (my female group mate) that you are gonna do it tomorrow. Is that right?"
"Yeah, I'm meeting with _____ (the ATAS guy) to do it after your Consumer Behaviour class tomorrow."
"Alright, see you then. Bye."
After which I stomped off.
Literally stamping my foot into the earth below because I was so humiliated and pissed off and furious and ohmygosh, are there any other phrases that can be used to illustrate my anger?
What have I done to deserve such group mates???
I already organised the scaffold well and just needed them to fill the skeleton with contents, that's all.
All I need is their choice of area to focus on and then off we go to conduct research.
What the heck is so difficult about that?!
And I can get one joker telling me
he doesn't bloody hell check his email.

I posted this on Facebook last week after that compiled rojak thing the guy who's neither ATAS nor a water polo player sent me.
I got quite a number of consolations.
After the episode today, this is what I have to say.
Right after school, I went to SPEND, SPEND, SPEND to get rid of my stress and unhappiness and ended up with a new bag and a pair of heels.
My mama's gonna slaughter me over my expanding shoe collection but she being a woman should be able to understand that our gender spend money without a reason.
When we are happy, we spend.
When we are sad, we spend.
No rhyme nor reason. :D
I'm just
hoping and wishing and praying that I can get done with this unit once and for all and stay as far away with this bunch of inglorious a**holes as possible.
They are apparently causing me so much misery that I may find myself with a deficit bank account.
Kidding, but close to, given the way I de-stress myself.
Remember, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.