Ok, i just went blog hopping
and apparently, almost everybody's focusing on one thing:
the EOYs.
and it's always this time of the year where somehow in someway,
conflicts and attitudes start popping out from nowhere.
perhaps it's because of the stress and the mountaineous stacks of homework and notes seen on everyone's desks.
but whatever other reason it could be, we'll just take it as it's because of stress.
well, it's the strezzzing season of the year, especially for my batch.
it's the streaming exam, the exam that 'determines your future'.
which reminds me of our P4 streaming when all of us get so freaked out that we won't get into the prestigious 'EM1' class.
ok, i don't know why, but during this few weeks
i spent my time thinking a lot.
i was thinking,
what this world really means to me
what my studies really mean to me
what my results really mean to me
what my class really meant to me
what my clique really meant to me
and most importantly, what i have done wrong.
so i thought, my answer was that ALL of them meant a lot to me.
and i admit, this may sound a bit fake because when i get so agitated i kept going around saying how much i dislike my class.
but thinking back, i was wrong. without the class, i wouldn't be moulded to what i am now.
i wouldn't have made buddies that i would have never met before.
we may not be united as in very good friends,
but in one way or another, we are all linked together to form a CLASS.
we may have put some teachers off, or even become the first in level (from the bottom) in certain subjects.
but we never gave up, and that is something incredible about this class of mine.
and always enthusiastic.
as i went through every single classmate of mine from the very top of the list,
i realised each and everyone of them had a special personality others don't,
and that's what make every member of this class so unique.
yes, conflicts are unavoidable,
but they are able to be solved.
i dread the day when we have to part, really.
ok, going out of the point of my class
i shall go on about myself.
sometimes i wonder,
all the things that i am willing to do, to sacrifice, to help, to assist, to serve
what am i doing it for.
i thought very carefully.
no, i wasn't doing it for fame.
i wasn't doing it for praises and the thank-yous
then what was i doing for?
i don't know, i only know that i am willing to do them.
i am willing to do my best to help someone even though sometimes at the end of the day, i still received the same attitude.
at times when i was left out, when i was alone, when i was turned a cold shoulder, when i feel hurt, i kept everything to myself, which means i didn't express it out.
but you see, to me, there's no point expressing it out, sometimes, it'll only make matters worst.
(ok, maybe not all things i keep to myself, but most)
and what my mum says right: if you can, just help everyone (for the right purpose) to the best of your ability, because at the end of the day, even if the other party is not grateful, you are gaining, and you do not hurt the anyone at all.
one day i got this comment from close friend.
"hey, why must you be so helpful? even when you help them, they also don't care and some so evil to you. you think it's worth it arh?"
yeah, maybe it's really worth it, or maybe not.
but i cannot change the way i am, i don't know why.
anyway, i went home with AJ & Wanie and met Joyce's clique at the MRT station.
haha, and thanks to eehwee who offered me her sweet talk drink but the blurtoot me refuse to take it.
and to li min, sorry for leaving first without telling you because i had to rush back, and my poor roommate was sick so i had to bring her to the doctor.
oh, and to jia en too, went off without telling you again.
right, so all the best to every single friend of mine, and strive for your best!
on a lighter note, to end this fairytale-like-long post,
there's this weird thing.
my buddies in the boarding school kept telling me i look like this person whom i myself don't know he is.
this korean guy (?!?) called 李秉宪.
huh?!?
