Tuesday, 28 July, 2009 @3:51 PM
It seems like a massive amount of events have just engulfed me leaving not a single minute for a breather. Firstly it was the Oral test, then the Wuhan buddies that had me fondling upon past memories as well as the bloody bio test. Life in school appears to be back to normal, with everyone behaving as for normal and I no longer take note of things that used to bother me. On my way back to integrating back into the mainstream of society. However it would be different this time around. No longer enamoured of lust and guilt, I can see things more vividly and abjudicate much better than i used to. It's over now. A relationship of 3 years as well as friendship, a thing of the past.
At least i know now what means to me more =D. Friends who stick by you.
Anyways, Oral was a string of insane brain terrorism. Thinking of the Oral was weird and strange, with the idea that it would be an ORDINARY conversation with the teacher. HOWEVER, turns out that the oral teacher is the HOD of english. The looks of her already sent me of reeling to the back of the room. Imagine staring at her right in the face and deliver a rhetoric speech. The time of reckoning was when i sat before her, preparing to read. The passage was simple enough as the only test was the names that was present in the passage. Then it was the Picture conversation. Oh god, I spoke incoherantly and blabbered my way through, holding that thought that I'm gonna fail it terribly. Conversation was mere crapping and smoking my way throught.
Wuhan Buddies! I've got Bo han, somehow bearing a stark resemblance with Zhen Yu. Spent the first day introducing and understanding each other better. It was horrendous articulation from me though, barely conveying a single sentence perfectly. Anyway, he was a great help, doing my chinese homework for me.[I'm sorry, that's how the mind of Jun Ming works]. Can't help but notice the difference in height ._. only to ask and feel disappointed all over again. Damn!
Bio test was crap. I didn't have to take the paper to know that I'm gonna fail anyway. Well at least there was the consolation prize of not getting last in class for chemistry again. Well, just rejoice over my math results even though I don't feel any meaning in doing maths anymore. Somehow, it have became a mean of numbing myself, like an immunity.
Lastly, a note to everyone reading this:
Love at this age, is merely a delusion,
an alternate path to studying and passing,
continueing it wouldn't lead to desirable consequences if sank too deep.
I was fooled once, and I'm definately not plunging into it again,
not at least till I finished University.
Maybe I'll just pick one up while backpacking.
For the people reading this, I'm sure you know who I'm refering to. =D
