morgueville,heartland living.

i hear mrs ting laments to my dad on the next parent-teacher meeting. i can hear it.
oh.my.goodness.gracious.me. mr ho, your son, is absoutely dumb. in all my long span of time in the education field, i cannot comprehend the stupidity of your son. it's been an eon. and he is still covering nature and scope of economics. why did you send him to torture my poor lil' brain and force out my wrinkles?

i can hear it.

the mid years are finally over. and here comes the best part. it's now time to feign guilt as if it's aching all over your body. cos momma and papa gonna be naggin'. do a channel 8 drama. slap yourself and whine about how you have search your conscience two years before the mid years and that how you should have forced yourself to study then. or looked disillusioned, and shocked. that you studied so hard yet this is what it turned out to be. then blame it on moe. it's their fault anyway. whatever you do. it's always gonna be your fault. yes i know the true culprits are the internet and the television, and the economics department. but avoid, at all cost to speak back at them or shrug your shoulders and do a alright-i-will-study-hard-for-promos-lah-...-promise-..-promise-lah! thing. because it only mean nagging has become like some scratched pirated DanceHits Volume 1 cd, repeating that awful noise all over and over again like no tomorrow. so look really sincere about it and you will survive. well at least for me.

hoorah. i used the money my mum gave me with the intention to replace my ic to buy a new sneakers. she nearly screamed at me. muhaha. and i'm going sentosa tmr. yeah.