I guess this is one of the times I come home early from school. Its 3.52pm.. just finished bathing.. tmr’s GP CT and I’m asking myself what I’m doing in front of the com blogging. gd job. I really dunno how to manage time. Ok, shall go slp when I finish this post. Rest awhile b4 I start some last min revision for gp. Actually quite nervous. Considering tt ppl are memorizing quotes and examples, and I haven’t memorized any. Also not that clear on how to do the essay format. I’m kind of screwed. Cold orange helps. Its freezing cold. Nice. Sweet. Guess this is one of the days I come back earlier than my sis.. hahax.. dunno ba.. I sometimes stay in sch 4 no reason. Sometimes just hope there’s someone trust that I can chat with. Maybe for an hour or so. Gives this life more meaning if I keep doing tt every day. I just got back a lot of tests. Phy 15 / 35, maths 10 / 25, chem 13 / 25.. sucks to be me. I dunno wad’s wrong with me la. I need remedial badly. RJ life is just rushing through, no time to stop and understand anth. Is this the kind of grades you want from your students? The kind of education standards you give them? its really a miracle that RJ produces so many As.. can’t tell how its gonna happen for me. But I really need time to stop and start revising. And Stop. Just STOP. Chasing blindly after some goals that blind all of us. I recall my godbro jiale saying abt his rjrc exco politics.. and I see it happening around me. I’ve finally seen through a lot of people. But I’m don’t have the strength and the mind anymore. To keep fighting for that place I know should be mine. cos its pointless. And I’d rather channel my energies to achieve better grades. After all, it’s the grades that make the first mark.. Sembawang archery comp coming up. I’m gonna bring back a gold. At least for my godsis joo.. cos she stayed back to chat, cos she believed in me. And godbro vic too.. cos you were concerned enough to call over to share my emoness.. its kind of hard putting a cold front yea.. its hard. But its possible. It can be done.
Lol.. joo cut her hair. And its just funny, cute and amusing. LOL. i was sitting in the bus and then decided to doze off. Then my mind started to wander, started with phy test.. and then to canteen and hodge lodge. Then to someone’s really cute hair. Shall not say who. Go figure. HAHA. I knid of just started laughing and my sec1s started to stare at me.. (yea, I met them on the bus.) LOL!!! hahax.. so much for self-amusement. sister joo.. dun kill me if u ever read this post..=P HAHA… time files yea.. sec1s become sec2s le.. so fast.. I still remembered the time when I sat down to share with them the little things in life, and how we should treasure those around us, and help ppl in need. Its one big society anw, one human race. Strength in unity. hahax.. oh yea, thanks whoever you are who helped stop the bus in time for me to get on it tdy.. lol.. maybe he’s a teacher from rj.. one kind teacher unlike the rest who just go about their jobs, cos teaching is just a occupation after all yea, finish and get done with it and get paid. Sucky attitude. Thank you! (hope he heard the “thanks” I whispered.) I may forget how he looks like in the near future, but it’s one kind deed that really touches my heart. I’ll pass it on if that’s the least I do. Lol.. thinking about teachers, I kind of miss wincy tsang.. hard to meet such good teachers in our lives nowadays. And only when they’re gone, do we treasure them. sad reality yea. ok, shall end here. Shall blog when I have time. Its 4.38pm now.. Hahax.. =)
I suddenly have a flashback. A memory that when I was a kid, my sis and I were quarrelling over a plastic bag. I forgot why. But I snatched it and ran to my mum’s room and threw it out of the window, cos I knew that my mum would force me to give it to her. That plastic bag was actually used to store toys. I don’t know why I did it. but I know I regretted it just less than a minute later, and banged at the door, wanting to go get it back. But of course my mum did not allow it. (one thing for sure, its dirty, and its dangerous for a 5 yr old to run out alone looking for a plastic bag.) I don’t know what’s with me. I was only five, and come to think of it, its quite a selfish behavior that I had. That I’d rather no one had it than let my own sis have it. oh well, ppl grow yea. ppl learn. I dun wanna b evil. There’s always this evil in us that we suppress, the yin and the yang always exists yea. just in different proportions, depending on how we control the ratio. ;) ok, its 4.57pm. shall really stop here. byee!
slashed at 4:49 PM .
