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because it ain't necessarily so
Foreword.


I am forced by the passing of time, the transition of life stages, and the expectations of society to grow up and to behave like a "grown-up" (whatever that would constitute). But here, I would just be a little childish, a little self-centered, a little irresponsible, a little too honest but also a little too pretentious.

24, and still counting.



Flashback.

Kept all my past posts intact because my past was what made me, me. Deleting them doesn't change who I am so I revisit my memories sometimes, to learn and to laugh at my past mistakes.

(Just kidding, I revert some posts to drafts because I'm utterly embarrassed.)


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right words , wrong time ,
Saturday, July 2, 2011 | 8:54 PM




First week back to school . One of the most slack weeks ever . Self-intro of new teachers , teachers on leave , free study period , no homework other than a few minor tests , (AND overdue school homework) , etc.etc. Thursday still my most disliked day . :x Always feel extra moodless on thurs since idk when . Don’t really have any favourite days now , new timetable kinda sucks and now having oralcy , have to stay longer in school on wed , my ex-favourite day of the week . :/

Speaking of oralcy , it wasn’t as horrible as what I’ve heard from others . ( But it’s just the first day la uhh . ) It’s like the presentation skills classes we had in year 1 and 2 , the instructors are like forever very zihigh and says almost the same stuffs over and over . Focusing on body language currently . I think I’m quite okays in body language , I cans look and sound confident and (currently) dont have any weird habits / gestures . But my biggest weakness ishh my hands , which have this amazing ability to shake ever so vigorously when I’m up on stage . GRRRRR . Learnt a new fact that day , do you know , that when you’re lying , your eyes tend to move / twitch a little to the left ? :x

Speaking of presentations , had my first chi presentation on Friday . Opening was horrible . Wasn’t so nervous but kept reading a few words wrong then got very nervous until halfway when I got better . Yes . And my hand did its “thing” agains and were like shivering shivering up there in front of everyone . :/ One thing I’m most proud of in my presentations are the eye contacts I made up there . Made it a point to look into almost everyone’s eyes even if it means me stumbling upon my speech ( but of cause , I never ever stumble that badly . Tripped maybe , but I never fall .) and , looking into everyone's eyes , ishh something , I'll never forget

Speaking of teachers , had a new Chinese and Singapore Studies teacher this term . Thank god no more changes . New Chinese teacher ishh more fun in a way , less sarcastic yesh , but I think she think she not up to standard or too slack or sth so every time we see her . She tends to get more and more fierce . :/ And new SS teacher even worse . His hair loss ishh nothing compared to his lack of passion for teaching . Rumored to be one of those pon-class teachers , he wasted more than enough time in the past few classes and apparently “teach” , (DO, note the quotation marks for the ‘teach’) , for the sake of that pathetic 1 hour 45 mins per week he has with us . SS was one of my A1 subject , dear God , with the big G , please don’t let me fail it . Hallelujah . :x

Oh , speaking of Hallelujah . It’s one of my new frequently spoken words . ( at times , with sarcasm ) , and interestingly , it ishh quite a religious word according to my SHORT research just now . Used more for the Jews and Christians , but in modern English , "Hallelujah" is frequently spoken to express happiness that a thing hoped or waited for has happened. (credits to Wikipedia) . And with this , I end today’s post , Hallelujah ? :P

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