Saturday, October 29, 2005
All in all, is it as easy as said as to be done? I don't think so.
Ever since assessment week ended, I occupied myself with all other work, tried to play hard and be bothered with so many other things so that my mind would drift away and not ponder about the results that I would get. 5 failures in 3 days. I bet noone can beat me on that.
Have you ever wondered how some people actually wail and complain that they are in for Dooms Day and they readily second my " I dint study" when actually inside them their guts and intestines are actually being tickled so hard that they are on the verge of bursting out in laughter. Take for example, there is this difficult qtn and people all arnd cant solve it, after consulting the teacher, the person still goes " oh shit, budden still got the other one .." she looks away and lucky me, manages to catch that smile on her face before she turns back, pasting that worried frown onto her forehead again.
" I am so dead .. I screwed up the paper " and then get A
its so happening to the people around me, not that I can help the situation and not like I want to. It's not like I have control as to how they behave, perhaps they just arent as realistic and brave to face up to reality , arent as strong and confident to show people and be proud with what they have. They think, hiding behind a weakling's mask would hold them in safe ford for yes , a weakling goes by being apprehensive, unsure , so-called " humble" ( kiss my ass) and yes a false impression can fool the people arnd you. Let the people around you think, ahh she needs some consolation , after all shes worked so hard. one two three, what the fuck.
No part of me is envious or jealous or whatsoever just because I obtained significantly lower grades. In fact, I guess I am just over affected by the people around me. Then again, one should live by ones own principles. Who cares if the others want to continue to live in denial and continue to be losers.
Ahh and at this point, I hear screams of opposition and distress, perception perception , all the different perspectives and levels of anticipation and different targets and different wishes as well as expectations. Go ahead, cry and be sad , spread your tragedy far and wide , get it over and done with and not dwell over it. Difficult but possible. Express your overwhelming response all at one go and not affect the moods of hte people around you for its selfish. It kills to see a shagged figure looming alll over the corridor , sporting a pair of eyes inviting pity, before realising that noone has time for you and you decide to return to your place ,bury your head in your arms and cry. oh joy! and what was it for ? NO A.
I wouldnt claim to have done the worst in the level but if I am I gladly accept. Then again, referring to the eoys. I slogged fucking hard like everyone else ( given that people lie to me about how LITTLE they have done). I have not done my best and I guess with all the distractions within that period, I have come through quite miraculously. While I marvel at the consecutives As and A+s that many of my classmates, I am thankful that most of my grades have fortunately remained around Bs , ok, maybe not for one subject.
all you blasting faggots out there must learn to be thankful.
one mark if it makes a fucking difference between a grade then go get it.
IF IT DOESNT, fucking dun argue with the teacher til she cries ( just a general example)
and I guess all you high flyers out there and despising me for my sore-loser talk, i say whatever
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a lepoard never changes HER spots so let her be.
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don't worry I'll be fine, thanks all whom I thought deserved the thanks ¶ 3:16 PM
Ever since assessment week ended, I occupied myself with all other work, tried to play hard and be bothered with so many other things so that my mind would drift away and not ponder about the results that I would get. 5 failures in 3 days. I bet noone can beat me on that.
Have you ever wondered how some people actually wail and complain that they are in for Dooms Day and they readily second my " I dint study" when actually inside them their guts and intestines are actually being tickled so hard that they are on the verge of bursting out in laughter. Take for example, there is this difficult qtn and people all arnd cant solve it, after consulting the teacher, the person still goes " oh shit, budden still got the other one .." she looks away and lucky me, manages to catch that smile on her face before she turns back, pasting that worried frown onto her forehead again.
" I am so dead .. I screwed up the paper " and then get A
its so happening to the people around me, not that I can help the situation and not like I want to. It's not like I have control as to how they behave, perhaps they just arent as realistic and brave to face up to reality , arent as strong and confident to show people and be proud with what they have. They think, hiding behind a weakling's mask would hold them in safe ford for yes , a weakling goes by being apprehensive, unsure , so-called " humble" ( kiss my ass) and yes a false impression can fool the people arnd you. Let the people around you think, ahh she needs some consolation , after all shes worked so hard. one two three, what the fuck.
No part of me is envious or jealous or whatsoever just because I obtained significantly lower grades. In fact, I guess I am just over affected by the people around me. Then again, one should live by ones own principles. Who cares if the others want to continue to live in denial and continue to be losers.
Ahh and at this point, I hear screams of opposition and distress, perception perception , all the different perspectives and levels of anticipation and different targets and different wishes as well as expectations. Go ahead, cry and be sad , spread your tragedy far and wide , get it over and done with and not dwell over it. Difficult but possible. Express your overwhelming response all at one go and not affect the moods of hte people around you for its selfish. It kills to see a shagged figure looming alll over the corridor , sporting a pair of eyes inviting pity, before realising that noone has time for you and you decide to return to your place ,bury your head in your arms and cry. oh joy! and what was it for ? NO A.
I wouldnt claim to have done the worst in the level but if I am I gladly accept. Then again, referring to the eoys. I slogged fucking hard like everyone else ( given that people lie to me about how LITTLE they have done). I have not done my best and I guess with all the distractions within that period, I have come through quite miraculously. While I marvel at the consecutives As and A+s that many of my classmates, I am thankful that most of my grades have fortunately remained around Bs , ok, maybe not for one subject.
all you blasting faggots out there must learn to be thankful.
one mark if it makes a fucking difference between a grade then go get it.
IF IT DOESNT, fucking dun argue with the teacher til she cries ( just a general example)
and I guess all you high flyers out there and despising me for my sore-loser talk, i say whatever
-
a lepoard never changes HER spots so let her be.
-
don't worry I'll be fine, thanks all whom I thought deserved the thanks ¶ 3:16 PM
