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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
I have decided to cancel this post as none of them is true.
Tomorrow i am going to suffer a series of heart attack.
Yeah. After yesterday's horrifying incident,
I dont think i believe in angelic grades anymore.
(Dont trick me into writing my grades down ,PeiHua, i know you too well)
Yet, deep in my attacked prone-heart, i knew that i have tried my best
Thats good, but not good enough to impress my parents.
26 may will be a scary day
probably the most scary day in my half-a-year secondary three life.
I kept thinking, why must my time slot for this faithful event fall on
2.00pm? Why not 12.00 or 8.00? Just like the time slot for my sis?
So my dad will not be there to give me thatgo-to-coffee-shop-and-i-will-lecture-you glare.
Once again, the history will repeat
I will be sitting at the coffee shop opposite school
with a plate of cold food in front of me
and dad will start by saying:
"So, why do you think you did so badly?"
And i will reply with plenty of "..." and silence.
You see, i dont have a good example to see as my genius sis
never fails my parents with her wonderful PSLE score and straight-As grade
So, i will be fending for myself -- alone
It is not my dad's fault for giving me the gist for this ridiculously long post
I know that he is just caring for me,
But reality hurts yah?
who wont weep or scream with anger upon looking at my bloody report book?
Only me. The sadist and the optimist.
p.s. I can be a fortune teller, cant i?
