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"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic." Through the Looking-Glass; Lewis Carroll
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Sunday, February 04, 2007, 9:44 PM
 Yeah, for one whimsical moment I decided that this would be lovely. Then rationalized and this little voice started shrieking "IT'S GOT PINK!! IT'S GOT PINK!!! PINK!!!".. ah, what the hell lah. Maybe for Valentine's Day...? Father got this baby fixed up after the laptop's untimely passing (Mother hasn't finished tirading me for it yet) and I'm not supposed to be using this cos I still have E Maths and Add Maths to finish and CRAP LAH, I've got Physics CommonTest tomorrow. Either way, I'm doomed. On Friday I lasted all the way past CME skit rehersal (yep, great job done, 3/3.. I must say we impressed Mr Gerald and Ms Loh, but I reckon we still have a long way to go, jiayou!!:) then chucked everything into my bag and spent about 10 minutes contemplating which textbook to bring home. Wound up with Physics and Chem and Chinese and Geog. Then went upstairs to the Drama room. As a penalty for being late, I decided to volunteer to buy drinks, lobang the seniors and sec 3s while I got my lunch. In the end, I wound up lugging like.. 8 bottles up to the drama room. Then I found out that WTF lah, I took the WRONG ORDERS, I ordered like.. 2 bottles extra? Then i wound up qian-ing KJ $2, in the end, Melissa charitably helped me finish extra and paid me another $2 *sheepish smile of thanks* That wasn't it. Halfway through the bozo Tang Ge and her friend came running up and it turned out that I HAD TAKEN THE WRONG PHYSICS TEXTBOOK LAH. And then I discovered that I had left mine under my table. Yeah, Maths won't be the only F grade on my report. Physics too, I bet. AND ENGLISH. For the f***ing retest I wrote OOP. Could I ask Ms Loh to take my first ct grades??? I think I would practically worship her if she permitted to do so. Oh crap. English tomorrow. This looks ironic. While everyone aces with flying colours, I sink to the bottom with dull, monotonous shades. OOP. Yep, she's right, I need to start work. On a brighter note.. The SEC 1s this year are chao-hyper lah!! So many of them... WHY DO THIS TO ME!?? It's already clear that this will end, but can you please accept that I want this to go on? I've always known that you were overprotective, but I knew and I accepted that this was for my own good. The way you're just killing this off is just ruthless. I've been waiting for one and a half frikking years for this dream of mine to take flight, and now you have to decide to do this. I'm not blaming you, but it's as if you're just trying to hold me down. I'm going to say this - I'M NOT GOING TO ACCEPT THIS. On the other hand, Saturday was time of my life. Like a swan song. This is a love I've been cherishing for the past 8 years of my life and it's taken me 2 years to decide to let go. Yesterday, it was as if all the hate in the class had vanished, for one etheral one-and-a-half hours. It was so good. And I finally got to help teach the baby class without the temptation to break into tears. You know that your dream isn't going to be fufilled and then you see a new group of fledglings take the first step on the path you've taken, without any certainity they're going to survive. It's like... it makes you pretty emo when you see the lot of them in their pastel pink leotards and demi-tutus, and their simple cloth shoes, without any ribbons... When your feet are bound with ribbons, you're bound forever. Whenever you try to undo the ribbons, you have to make the decision to knot them even tighter and stand back up again. |