however, how do you enjoy a good day with lots of humps making your day uneven?
for example, people calling you up for your study hours.
yes i am pretty pissed about being asked for my study hours. don't take any offence, david. its not your fault. in fact, i pity you for being the very suay one who has to call me up. i'm pissed cos i don't know my study hours. there you go.
so i'll write them all out, here, and i can count properly, and you can refer to this and quit calling me every sunday for my freaking study hours. cos they won't change.
monday: 1 hour chinese remedial, 2 hours chem tuition
tuesday: 1 hour group study, 2 hours homework/self-study
wednesday: same
thursday: same
friday: 2 hours homework/self-study(is BS counted? add another 1 1/2 hours if yes)
saturday: NADA (its a saturday. who studies on a saturday? i'm not gonna study on a lovely saturday, not even for o levels)
sunday: 2 hours physics tuition, 3 hours homework/self-study
total: 19 hours w/o BS
hmm. told you so. i need 20 huh. well we'll see. i'm rather surprised i even bother to study for 19 hours.
okay. i shouldn't be so pissed. people are kind and nice to care for me. i should be kind and nice to care for people.
boy if anyone know what i'm thinking now...
you know. i'm not only angry cos of this.
i'm angry because i go online, and i see all the pathetic people who go I'M SO SAD, SHE/HE DUMPED ME, I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU, CAN'T BREATHE WITHOUT YOU, I'M BETTER OFF DEAD, WHATEVER THE SHIT, SHUT UP, PEOPLE!
you know, seriously, get a life. i've decided recently, i won't let a man turn my whole life upsidedown.
nor let my friends too.
and i'm living a happier life.
have you ever thought what was the point of living?
you are born from your mother's womb, grow up, grow taller, grow pubic hair, whistle at girls, ogle at men, buy LV, be a superstar, marry a hunk/babe, have offspring, grow old, play mahjong.....and DIE????
what the heck is the point of living?
so here's my testimony. what i bore witness to.
before i joined church, my life was seriously in A MESS. like, A M-E-S-S.
getting horrble results, failing this, getting dumped, dumping guys(okay exaggerating. i didn't get dumped. but i dumped someone. and that's another story.), thinking that what the heck am i gonna do, mixing with the wrong crowd..the list goes on.
so after i joined church, it was like, windows opened.
there's more to life then buying branded goods and getting dumped not only by boyfriends but your own girlfriends.
people out there, they're just different. and they'll help you see things in a different and more mature, more practical, more common-sensed way.
they aren't childish and bitchy and all stucky up.
even if you don't wanna be a christian, you could just come and take a look. just look at all the wonderful people you can learn from. be like.
gain success and throw away failure.
but then again, there's also more about joining a church then the friends you can make.
and that, is another story.
i hope, and i pray, that you guys would come for easter service.
its just a drama. a very nice drama. and if i remember correctly, tell if i'm wrong, this drama isn't about the story of jesus christ.
you could just come, and take a look.
and i'm sorry for swearing. but i won't remove them. its the perfect to showcase my emotions properly.
