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smile, even if it's going to be a fake one.
because things will get better somehow.
because the sun still shines for you.
Monday, May 01, 2006
this morning, woke up with a jerk at 7.49am, when tuition was supposingly to start at 7.30. lolls. rushed to tuition centre after changing and a grab of a slice of bread. oh ya, and last night i found out that my calculator was not in my bag. it is lost. will go back to class and check tomorrow. if anyone sees my calculator, do return it please. thanks.

and just now. had another conference with those few people and xxxx xxx again. at first it was just khai, her and me talking on the phone. i tried to stay as calm as i can while spilling everything... and it is a relief that she is staying calm too. but i just dont like her being calm. she was way too calm. and i need to think of what to say... which caused my headache now.

i told her my displeasure with her. and i also asked her about what she thinks of me. i just want to be fair larhs. i say so many bad things, then i want her to say me also. if not i will feel awkward. then later valerie chua and rachel came in. then they also spilled out whatever that was in their minds. rachel was superb. she really said out everything, just that she was a little harsh. then val... she initially didnt want to talk about it. then later i dont know what made her change her mind, then she confronted her too. i dont know about rachel... but for me and val c... we had some reserves... we didnt say EVERYTHING... but i guess it should be alright... i hope.

then we came to a conclusion... umms... which i dont think is a good idea to say here... just hope that everything really dies off as soon as possible. i am really tired about it.

remembering today's tuition class. mr loh wrote this poem on the board... which i think was quite nice....

what's life all about?
anything for you to shout?
speaking about life aloud?
living it to a great amount?

problems coming in,
and going out?
being tall in life,
but also being stout?
SO HOW?!