I'm the geek in the pink.
so I've decided on what I really want to study. hopefully all goes well, and in four years I'll really be the sort of woman I've always wanted to become. hard work is paying off, finally.
mental note: never be one of those who throw all their hopes on Luck, getting through with life without planning, and then brandishing their bag of Good Fortune around because Luck actually works for them.
I can't stand it when I'm being compared to other people. I know it seems ungrateful, but when I was younger I always thought I was living in the shadows of my good, smart and gentle elder sister. alot has changed since then, and when I started becoming a young woman my parents realised we're nothing alike. she sees the good in everyone. I do it selectively. she will never hesitate to keep something, so long as it has some inkling of sentimental value. I throw more than I keep, and sometimes even throw away PSLE certificates and the like. (it's true- I don't have it anymore. I don't even remember what my aggregate was.)
that's how this dislike for comparisons started. from then on each time someone uses someone else as a yardstick for my own character, I vomit a little in my throat. here I am, trying to earn a place on Earth with my quirks (naming things I own) and personal mantra (always like what you do, never ever hang out with sycophants and always wear nice underwear), but then you come barging in with your theory that I am destined to be One of Them. this is
exactly why people should never say 'you remind me of so-and-so,' because it irks me greatly.
well, that and 'are you wearing men's perfume?'
that aside, and I say this because I notice this entry is getting long and I'm frantically trying to sum things up, I had a good day yesterday spent with some of my favourite people. had lunch with Hui Yun at the airport, where I received a phonecall from my Lit student and I found myself going on and on about the subject. I miss Lit classes, because I miss the teacher and the people I studied with. and that was the only time in school where we were encouraged to be stupid, laugh over each other's stupidity and marvel at the teacher who wasn't as stupid as we were. and I got an A in the end. imagine.
later at night I met up with the Mat and I gave him the chocolate I bought. it's cheesy because it's called 'White Knight' and I bought it
because it's cheesy. I think he liked it by the look on his face, but it could also be because he was high from the good rugby practice earlier on. and then he lent me his jersey because I think it's so hot to own something belonging to your boyfriend HAHA. walked back to the usual place (yup we actually have a Usual Place, how romantically cliche!) where I found myself looking at his face when he wasn't looking, because I think I really love him.
and my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles.