it's my dad's bday. i choose not to msg him and got my sis to do it. why? cos i know he's gonna ask me how's my studies. and as usual, i will say.. going well.
i wont lie to him today.
everyone's got a job. a housewife looks after the house. a chief to cook.
as for me. and as for most. my job is to study. however.. it is certainly not a job well done. never well done. even chinese-dance. damn it. i could have gone into the finals if i didnt forget my steps during the audition. grrrrr..! anthony loves telling me that i dont know my stuff bcos i nv study it bfor and i can do better with the finals. well, i felt slightly better after hearing that. but not for long.
when i was young, i marvelled at those who claimed that they dont study, yet their lowest score wasnt even near my highest. and i blaimed it on my parents. i asked them why didnt they send me to a better primary school. why didnt they put me on some special "baby" course so i could start learning earlier. lots of why. but no answers.
somehow, i realised that pple hold different levels of ability. all of us are born talented in different areas. many are lucky.. but some are luckier. and of course, i know it wasnt my parents fault. i guess i just need to put in tonnes of effort to reach "smarties level". long long way. but i'll make sure it will not be a job never well done. this trial exam really wakes me up like nobody's business. wtf. im so not never gonna screw up my finals. it feels terrible... but i got over it. time to move on! oh.. btw. happy birthday pa.
