Smile like you mean it.

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Sorry for such short posts, can't really post anything worth reading nowadays :S

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When I was in primary 6... I got rejected by HC.

After 4 years, I got admitted in Hwa Chong successfully through O Levels.


Yeah, like what sebastian mentioned, it is funny how life plays with us.

/imagination

EHHHHH, wtf.

like seriously, wtfffff

I'm resistant to change. I hate change.
I like the way things are now. I enjoy them.
However, as a new phase of life is going to begin, I am still scrambling and holding on to the past, or rather, my holidays.

Argh.
Then again, I do not really enjoy a workhorse, inflexible life.

Sigh.
screw this.

I HATE TO SAY THIS

BUT







sian....
school is starting zzzzz.

I met my primary school teacher today, Mrs Cheng ( I do not really know how to spell it in English).

We had a very short conversation, which is fine for me. She could not recognize me straightaway; I had to tell her my name. It was kinda awkward, but the name jolted her memory I supposed. Her eyes lit up, maybe she had an inkling of what kind of student I was back then. She said I changed a lot.

Hmm, I changed a lot? Maybe appearance-wise, yes I did. I've grown taller, skinnier and well, darker.

But really really?

She was one of the strictest teacher I've ever met ever since I became a student. She did not hesitate to wield the cane, even though it could be one of the slightest slip-ups in a mathematics test. She taught me Chinese too, yes she was one of the brilliant teachers who built my foundation and love for the language.

I can still remember what I did when I was in her class.
Every time she or anyone in the class called my name, I replied instantly with a 'huh'.
"Leh Chuan," (in Chinese)
"Huh?"
I guess it got irritating, and sort of a bad habit. Come to think of it, I find it a nuisance too haha. It is one of those stupid things which you did when you were young. And when you've grown older and you realised how fun, stupid and poignant those days were, you make a small giggle and it simply, magically, cheers you up. But she corrected my bad habit alright. I wonder what would happen if the bad habit still continues to plague me.

I can still remember how she describe me in simply four Chinese characters, 吊儿郎当. It simply means lack of a serious attitude, laid-back, etc. I'll never forget these four words. It really, in essence, describes me. I'm not really proud of it, but I embrace it. Because I find it hard to change. I'm not like a cicada, I can't exuviate, I can't shed all the external shells and be enlightened. No, not so fast.

Did I really change?

Bowling was fun, playing pool was fun too.
I enjoyed myself, I hope you did too.


***
I think I am lucky, since I am not a scholarship holder.

I can still remember how disappointed I was when I missed the cut. However I was still offered a place in the school.

Less pressure, less expectations, a different set of friends, a rather different environment, nothing to lose. But the heavier financial burden -.- After so long, and I think about it, I still do not know the answer. Money well spent? No, not really, it is just too expensive.

Nevertheless, I am thankful for the chance to study for four years in CHS. Even though I achieved little ( close to nothing ) in the four years, I am happy that I made good friends.

They make the good memories possible.

I love you.
Could you consider running away with me please?

I just sent my JAE application.
Of course, I hope my first choice will be accepted. If its not accepted, then whatever my mum said is true.


But
I HOPE MY FIRST CHOICE GETS ACCEPTED NEVERTHELESS.
Well, I'm always ready for disappointments, not pleasant surprises.
If the fees turn out to be too expensive, then too bad :( BB

Whichever JC you go, I wish you best and enjoy your 2 years!

underpromise, overdeliver.


***
I don't mind, but you mind.
Aiya, I don't give a flying fuck anymore.

If you're unsupportive, then goodbye.

The next question: So where to now?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

DON'T GO AWAY.

PLEASE DON'T.

I have like, 91 friends on facebook.

But how many true friends do I really have? It is a very stupid question which I ask myself repeatedly every day.

Do I really need the constant reassurance? Or am I deluding myself.

Trepidation.

I tread the unknown territory with caution.
I do not want to fear the future, as the future is full of infinite possibilities.

I want to embrace it.


Regardless of its outcome?
Congratulations.
Break a leg.

So much for it....


We'll dress you up, paper doll.

Hello, my name is PeterPants.

And I live in a watermelon under the sea.