2dae is kinda ok 4 me...
i cud finally smile a bit...
yeah...
but let me tell u abt yesterdae...
coz it's kinda weird...

ohk..so i told my mum
to wake me up at 5.30...
bcoz got science test...

then..
when i reached school...
i was holding a science book...
then a school counsellor
came out of d general office...

we had a conversation:
school counsellor:gd morning!
me:gd morning...
school counsellor:studying hard 4 ur sci?
me:(i juz smile n nod)
school counsellor:wad class r u frm?
me:2i2...
school counsellor:ouh..nada is it?
me:yea...how did u noe my name?
school counsellor:oh..bcoz i saw ur name on d prefect list...u r a prefect rite?
me:oh...

ohk..dis is d weird part...
how she noe my name..
i mean..
mardi n siti r oso prefects...
n if there was my name on d prefect list...
it wud b 'Qatrunnada' n not 'Nada'...
so how she noe my name?
i suspect...
i onli suspect arh...
no proof...
i suspect dat it was mr yew
who told her my name...
but 4 wat?
so..i dun tink so...

i dunno....
*sigh*
d sci test was quite difficult...

ok..let's talk abt 2dae...
so..it was history 4 d 1st 2 period...
it was kinda boring n confusing...

next..it was eng...
it was kinda ok..
preparing 4 oral...
i read 2 d class...
got a 7 to 8..
yea...

then..it was p.e...
then recess...
then...music...
sang d national dae song...
then it was mt...
kinda boring..
then it was art...
i hate calligraphy...
y muz everytink b chinese?
racist...

so..ok..wadeva...
then..i was going home...
saw ms chan at 2i1..
waved at her..
she talked 2 me..
abt d mon n tues issue...
after dat..
i went home...

things r kinda compliceted...
i dun noe how 2 express 'em..
i dun noe wat's happening 2 me..
i alwaes feel negative...
being used...pushed aside...
lonely..
weak...
useless...
hopeless...
helpless...

i m gonna share with u a poem..
No one can comprehend me
I'm not like them
A crime which deserves just punishment
I feel shuned and disowned
I am marked and pegged
I open up to people
But they close their ears

Perhaps if I were in a metroplis
Then I would find others like me
But, I'm stranded in a village
Where only one is acceptable

I long to stand and scream
Yell at the height of my voice
"Why do you judge when you do not know?"
But people just pass on; paying no mind

Now they do not hear
They cannot see the pain
For in the times we live
You are who people say

another poem...
i am hurting
Not knife in my chest hurting
Not sick hurting
Not the bodily hurt that sometimes comes like wild sobs
But just sorrow hurting
Hurting that I have no control
Hurting that I want to let go, but I can't
Hurting that I want to tell them...impossible