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15 March 2008

Strenght or weakness?
lazy or just plain laidback.
sunny or rainy?
You or me ?

Each of us is different. We worked in a way that works for us. So, is it a strenght or weakness? Someone's weakness can become his/her strenght. We protray things differently. To some, it maybe he/she is lazy but to others, it may just be plain laidback. Some loves the sunny days while others love the feeling of rainy days. The sound of plattering outside the window. The soothing sound that makes one ever so want to just stay at home, tuck in bed and just let the world go by.

You and I , we have our own preferences. To each of our own. Either way, it will probably benefits us somehow.

Memories:

Sec 3, In our class that year. There were only 10 girls out of 40 of us. 3/4 of the class are boys. It was a crazy class with boyz ruling the class. ahhahaa.... out of the 10 girls, the good and the bad ratio is 1:1. 5 of us are the crazy ones.... challenging every moment we could, while the other 5 are the good ones that follow the law as much as they could. The 5 of us (the crazy ones) ends up always in the bad side of the teachers. Always kana scolded by the teachers... ahhahaa.. (wats new!). Among the 5, i was the quieter one. I am always the quiet one when the teacher scold us. One may think that Im a chicken that dun dare to butt back to the teacher BUT my mindset has always been :if u let them finish wat they wanna say, they will keep quiet. IF you butt back to them, there will never be an ending. <---- This principle actually did helped me at the end of the year. For those who have known me well enough would have known by now that I have never been much of the studious kind, even now ..... so many people, so many surprises shown on their face when they realised what im majoring in... anyhow, sec 3. story cut short. I nearly fail. well, actually I did fail by a few marks. You only need 3 pass to go up to sec 4 but the usual me, I only passed Arts. hahahaa.... BUT... being the good girl and sticking to my principle, it actually helped me. My chinese teacher gave me a 4 pity marks to add on to my 48 marks chn paper and my form teacher who was also my english teacher actually pulled me aside and told me: "I will let you go to sec 4 without repeating but I am letting G repeating sec 3 as you have always been the quiet one when being scolded. You never talk back to the teachers. "---> there! it work didnt it ? *GRIN*.*

plus... Im always the good one. WHO else will run away from school only to run back to school out of guilt? wahhahahahaa... who else but me...... I may not be a good grade A student. BUT I can proudly say, Im the sensitive kind. I think about the consiquences and the things tat comes with it. I may not be a good daughter, but I always think of ways not to disappoint my parents. BUT still, I wanna be the rebellious one at home.... partly due to the fact im the eldest at home... its not easy... I have to pave a path for the young ones behind me. So many of the things I have shoulder for my siblings esp my sister. I became the bad seed at home, sheltering the 'good' deeds done by the other 2 evil kummies... (hahahah) Im no saint. I participate in the evil deeds myself. BUT why make 2 persons suffer when 1 is enough ?

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SIGH... I blame it on the rainy days. It brought back the memories that was tucked at the back of my head. Those that I thought I had forgotten. I have a love and hate relationship with the RAIN. I loves the feeling of raining dayz. So nice and cosy. BUT it makes me think more of home and the past. thus making me sad and homesick. Cant wait for it to finish so I can be home and start a new chapter of my life in Singapore.

P/s: still no sign of my laptop. sigh......

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