I have no idea what to these teachers think in their head when they come up to you and go like, i hate to do this but i have to do this. Oh come on, if u really hate to do it? Then don't do it. It's not that hard to just not do it aye? I mean come on if you really don't want to do it DON'T DO IT. Its as simple as that don't go and give me that bullshit about how it hurts you to see yourself do this.
Cut the crap, Don't be a bitch and do what you think is right. You know it's not fair. It's not fair then. Do what is fair. Do what you think is right. And i think you need to quit the bullshit and straight up don't give me shit. You're a teacher. You're over 25, i'm pretty sure you know how to make your own decisions aye? Think think think, i don't think you need someone to tell you what to do.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Voices in ma head.
When i hear a woman's voice, i feel like someone's tickling my ears, and its' a really, really nice feeling. But your voice is unlike anyone else's. It's like my ears are filling with cotton candy or something, and i wish i wish i could keep listening forever.
Young women
young
women these days are no less infatuated with rich men than the professionals
are.”
“At least that’s what people say.”
“Do you realize what that means? Women aren’t necessarily calculating,
choosing their partners on the basis of the math.”
“Oh? What are they doing then?”
“A surprising number of these women seriously believe in the purity
of the love they feel for a rich man—that it’s got nothing to do with the
fact that they’re getting expensive gifts and meals at good restaurants. In
their mind, they’re not calculating anything. They really believe they love
the guy. And yet, while they may believe it, it isn’t entirely true. Because
even though they keep telling themselves, He’s so kind, and I really love
him, the moment their honey drops out of his Elite Street life or comes
down with a terminal disease, the moment his loaded parents go bankrupt,
they start singing a different tune. All at once, without any qualms
whatsoever, they say, I thought I loved him, but I was wrong, and then,
with hardly a moment’s hesitation, they throw him over. There are plenty
of women like that. And when they meet the next wealthy guy, they say,
This time my love is real.”
women these days are no less infatuated with rich men than the professionals
are.”
“At least that’s what people say.”
“Do you realize what that means? Women aren’t necessarily calculating,
choosing their partners on the basis of the math.”
“Oh? What are they doing then?”
“A surprising number of these women seriously believe in the purity
of the love they feel for a rich man—that it’s got nothing to do with the
fact that they’re getting expensive gifts and meals at good restaurants. In
their mind, they’re not calculating anything. They really believe they love
the guy. And yet, while they may believe it, it isn’t entirely true. Because
even though they keep telling themselves, He’s so kind, and I really love
him, the moment their honey drops out of his Elite Street life or comes
down with a terminal disease, the moment his loaded parents go bankrupt,
they start singing a different tune. All at once, without any qualms
whatsoever, they say, I thought I loved him, but I was wrong, and then,
with hardly a moment’s hesitation, they throw him over. There are plenty
of women like that. And when they meet the next wealthy guy, they say,
This time my love is real.”
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Getting shit.
Don't you just hate being let down, when you're hopes were high. The feeling of being dissapointed ,that emptiness in you, that sad sore feeling in your mind, in your heart. Yeah. It's okay to get rejected / turned down / said no to in the face. But it really sucks to hold onto the thought of a better tmrw only to see it crumble and fade away. I was so cocky, i was so full of myself. What was i thinking? How could i be so naive to believe that i actually could have stood a chance. I didn't even worry the least bit about it.
While walking down the streets of Peninsula Plaza today, in high spirits anticipating the Rugby match between JJ and MI. I heard the buzzing of my iphone's msg tone, i reached for my phone in my pocket and pulled it out.
It read:
Dear student, we regret to
inform you have not been
selected for the Germany
trip. Thank you for your
interest.
My mind just went blank with disbelief. Me? Me? Is this really happening to me? After all the encouragement i recieved from my friends and teachers, all those false hope? All those self praises i gave myself. Why do people raise your hopes only to make your fall harder.
Last year, i was suppose to get a job at the sentosa resort, i was so happy. Thinking of all the possibilities i could do with the money and the people i'd meet. I waited for a month only to find out i couldn't get the job.
This year, i made the rugby first team, everyone was saying hey that guy has the size, the sprint and the commitment. I was recieving alot of encouragement. I thought i was the best amongst the pre-u 1s. Only to find out that i didn't make it to the A div's first team.
I was getting close to Poojah and i thought i could score a one night stand with her only to get my self ratted out by a dog.
When Furqan told me Esther asked if i liked her. I was given the impression that i was getting somewhere with her. Only to see My dreams shattered when she kept a distance away from me the next week.
I thought i could make it as a student councillor, i was short listed. Only to miss my interview.
Why do i keep hurting myself?
While walking down the streets of Peninsula Plaza today, in high spirits anticipating the Rugby match between JJ and MI. I heard the buzzing of my iphone's msg tone, i reached for my phone in my pocket and pulled it out.
It read:
Dear student, we regret to
inform you have not been
selected for the Germany
trip. Thank you for your
interest.
My mind just went blank with disbelief. Me? Me? Is this really happening to me? After all the encouragement i recieved from my friends and teachers, all those false hope? All those self praises i gave myself. Why do people raise your hopes only to make your fall harder.
Last year, i was suppose to get a job at the sentosa resort, i was so happy. Thinking of all the possibilities i could do with the money and the people i'd meet. I waited for a month only to find out i couldn't get the job.
This year, i made the rugby first team, everyone was saying hey that guy has the size, the sprint and the commitment. I was recieving alot of encouragement. I thought i was the best amongst the pre-u 1s. Only to find out that i didn't make it to the A div's first team.
I was getting close to Poojah and i thought i could score a one night stand with her only to get my self ratted out by a dog.
When Furqan told me Esther asked if i liked her. I was given the impression that i was getting somewhere with her. Only to see My dreams shattered when she kept a distance away from me the next week.
I thought i could make it as a student councillor, i was short listed. Only to miss my interview.
Why do i keep hurting myself?
Monday, April 19, 2010
Rugby
I touch you once.
I touch you twice.
I won't let you go at any price.
I need you now.
like
I needed you then.
Jurong Junior College tmrw.
If we lose, we're bad.
$50 says we won't though
=)
I touch you twice.
I won't let you go at any price.
I need you now.
like
I needed you then.
Jurong Junior College tmrw.
If we lose, we're bad.
$50 says we won't though
=)
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