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Random memory

May 28, 2018 / 12:47AM

I just had this super random memory from nowhere and looking back, it’s both stupid and funny so here’s a record.

It was English class (obviously my favourite, along with Literature) when I was in Secondary 3 or 4. We just had a change of teachers so it was this new guy instead of the usual female who’s biased towards me and always giving me high marks.

So this new teacher handed back our essays and I got only a 20/30 which is actually very low to me. Clearly indignant, I went up to him afterwards to ask why or maybe because he wrote ‘see me’ on my paper. Then he said my essay was too lengthy for a regular compo and that I use too many irrelevant descriptions that don’t help the plot at all (I was into fiction at that time and not writing simple English for news like now).

Yes I see his point, but I really couldn’t accept a 20/30 when I normally score high marks. I don’t know how but I managed to convince him to re-grade me without considering the length. I think I said I obviously wouldn’t write such a long piece for exams when there’s limited time and he eventually gave me 25/30 so I was thrilled.

Anyway one of my classmates found out what happened and stupidly told the whole class. Can’t really recall what happened next but I think people started criticising me (naturally, people would be pissed la come to think of it cos 5 marks is a big difference) and I got very very upset. I know I cried, though I’m not sure privately or openly.

Kinda had a falling out with that big-mouthed classmate who was actually quite a good guy friend prior to the drama hahaha but we are civil now.

I was already having quite a hard time because we were sorted accordingly to our proficiency in the subject so I was in the same class as people who were just as good at English, if not better. I remember writing in my journal (a proper book, not a blog!) how stressed and pressured I felt by the competition.

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It’s like I have always been the best in the cohort for English, which everyone knows, but suddenly I felt so threatened and like I had so much to live up to, especially when I thought about how embarrassing it would be if I lost my spot to someone else, and it was really messing with my mind and I felt like crumbling.

In fact I got so stressed out that I really lost my position in Sec 4 even before O-Levels ?

Anyway I think I randomly got reminded of this because I saw the big-mouthed classmate on my Twitter feed and that’s the most vivid memory associated with him.

Of course this doesn’t bother me anymore but it’s interesting how things that at one point seemed very important turn out to be meaningless after some time. Which is why now I like to ask myself if something will matter in a year’s time before reacting to it. Sometimes I think I might be too chill… but showing emotion also means risking being vulnerable.

And netizens should stop questioning my language la because while I know I’m not perfect, I won’t write something I am not sure about ?

Actually I wrote something last weekend that I had considered posting and it has been sitting in my drafts ever since. It’s nearly 2,000 words and I even had a title ready (lol maybe I’m being dramatic).

But while I want to say it out, it is vvvv personal and will be quite possibly the most fucked up thing I have ever posted and I feel like no good will come out of sharing it and I don’t want to deal with any reaction at all, be it good or bad.

Maybe next time. After all, I’ve already waited so long.

It’s the small things that count

winnie the pooh quote

I wanted to blog about Wednesday on Wednesday (Jan 28) but as usual, anything with photos take me lots of time which is the reason why I update so slowly. Now I feel like the moment has passed. Oh well.

It was a simple yet really good day. Wasn’t working and didn’t have anything on my to-do list. I promised Mr Azhar (my poly lecturer lol not my editor but they have the same name) that I would drop by NYP so I did. Well… after getting food at Northpoint to bring over haha. I felt like I owed him a lot of food -_-

This email was from freaking two years ago on Feb 22, 2013 but I never forgot about it. But yeah, didn’t really return at all except for graduation and for an alumni gathering last June.

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Actually I thought I’d be just dropping by and talking to Mr Azhar for awhile but when I went up to the Media Hub (had trouble finding it at first wtf), all the lecturers were there! They had just finished their Media Club elections and didn’t have any other classes so I guess I picked the right day to come ^^

We went to Ms Soo’s office and chilled over Famous Amos cookies, Old Chang Kee curry puffs (Ms Soo was so cute, she made a grab for the chilli crab one and kept smiling when eating it hahaha), Starbucks (specially for Mr Azhar only) etc.

It was really, really nice just talking to all of them. Oh and remember this module ICA? They are still doing it and Ms Soo is still the shark expert!! Plus the things you hear now that you are no longer a student… HAHAHA. I loved seeing how happy everyone was for me over my good news too.

Ms Soo: How long have you been working with them? 3 years?
Me: Just slightly more than a year (16 months) as a full-time staff.
Ms Soo: Wow they must really like you!

Ok la I joined full-time in Sep 2013 but at that time, I had already been there as an intern for six months and as a temp for another six months 😛 But forever amazed at what my internship turned out to be.

Went to walk around AMK Hub after that for awhile. Bought a box of durian pancakes and a cup of durian ice cream from Four Seasons, the latter of which I ate while walking to my grandma’s house.

I was feeling so content and at peace while walking. Like a 21-year-old who actually has her shit together (trust me… I don’t always feel that way even though I might look like I do). Thinking about how lucky I am and how good I have it. It’s a nice feeling. I wish I felt like this everyday.

Sat around the house for awhile and then had dinner outside with my parents, aunt and grandma. I was kinda surprised and happy to see my grandma eating quite a bit.

Funny how sometimes it’s the small things that count. I didn’t do anything terribly special on this day but I was in a exceptionally good mood. Dinner with my family always makes me happy actually, regardless of the venue. I love food and I love being surrounded by the people I love.

little things in life quote

Few days back we were laughing over this ‘love story’ where the girl was gushing over the “sweetest thing” her boyfriend had ever done… which turned out to be him willing to share his umbrella with her when they were still just friends.

Not very romantic actually and of all things to write about, she chose this. But then after awhile I thought to myself that it’s the small stuff that counts and maybe that was exactly why this particular incident stuck with her after all this while.

Me: Eh we shouldn’t laugh! It’s the small stuff that counts.
Kumar: You forgot to take medication today, is it?

LOL as usual. Actually I do enjoy our banter. Little things that makes work fun.