Weird guy.
Something weird happened to me today. As I was making my way out of the school gate, I saw this Sec 1 Kranjian with DYED coloured hair. He appoached me and asked, "You are from table-tennis?"
"No, St John's." I replied. And after asking me another question, he popped under my umbrella to take shelter! I was like, "You are weird" and tried to walk off. Don't misunderstand, it's not that I want to leave him under the rain, but he did not even asked and I don't even know his name! Very soon he suddenly stood out of the umbrella. Great, I thought. Then a silver van swished by. It was his mom alright. MAN! I hope she did not get the wrong impression, it's so his initiative. Next time I see him in school again, I'm going to book him for dyeing his hair! PERVERT!After weeks of peer tutoring, I've been exposed to many comments on various JCs. Every week it left me with splitting headaches. I mean, I realise time after time that I DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT have a forte! I can't do math, I can't beat the geniuses in science, I can't think like a historian/poet. I'm in serious trouble. And one more thing I've learned after 15, coming 16 years, my opinions about my surroundings and stuff are so frail. The only thing that I can talk non-stop is about myself. For instance, today's shocking news: 9 Year old girl pregnant. My only comments were, "Ee-u, omg, the girl even know what is sex at 9?!" You get my point? I don't go anything deeper.
Shrugs. Lesson time was way worst. Biology SPA O Levels. I was utterly disappointed with myself. The previous practical practice I scored 9/10 for theory. This time round, I'm pretty unsure of myself. It's all because of the high expectations I have on myself I suppose. If I went into the lab aiming for 5/10. I probably be satisfied now.
Social Studies, a nightmare for me. AN experience people like Ze Hang won't understand. You just sit in the class and know nuts about the things going around you. This goes the same for Math. But look, what is the point of ranting here there and everywhere. I've got to do something, like laying my hands on my dinner!
Well, here's a food for thought: If one day the same scenario of the umbrella incident happen to you, what will you do?
