It's another free day in office besides the irritating rearranging of excel tables. Im starting to cultivate the ORD mood so often seen in boys leaving the stinking hole. Rejoice with me my friends! the end of time has arrived!
Eugene's grandfather is still in the hospital. Hope he will be fine...
Yesterday was lesson day. As usual, i arrived early at school to enjoy my one hour of nap/reading. However, i visited the customer service counter before heading to my class to make payments for my continual registration. Im Year Two. *ahem* Year Two liao. Anyway, the receptionist was kind enough to entertain me as i strolled to the counter. A buzz in my pocket alerted me of an incoming sms which i conveniently read in front of the receptionist. So much about me blogging the manners tied to sms-ing. It was a habit, a bad habit. My thumbs kept moving even though i tried to keep eye contact with her. She informed me that i had to make direct payments to UOL/LSE by sending the mail order overseas. Half heartedly, i said "oh okie...thankx" without even glancing at her, i continued smsing as i stepped out of the office. After pressing the send button, i realised what i did was ..>#($*&@(*&$#. wah liew. Scolded myself for being so rude and thereby set myself on course to change this (#*&$(@*#&(@*&# habit. Disgusting index 6.5/10
Fat kiat just called to confirm tonight's movie (i-robot) with me. Wonder what the show is going to be about. *wink wink* a sign of trust. There is only one type of person i can wink to...Hoi! stop the speculation. I can only wink to aunties...AH! Just now the canteen auntie teased me AGAIN. Wonder wads with her...is smiling a siN!? Anyway she reluctantly changed the topic onto her son. Speaking of which i thought i wanna share something about it. If i am not wrong, this was probably the third or fourth time an adult has spoken to me about child adolescence in this past year. Looks like most parents are worried about their children being led astray in school, especially so between the ages of 13-14. I have to admit that the leap from primary six to secondary one is perhaps one of the largest you face in your life till that point. Exposed to vulgarities and pornagraphy, brotherhood/gangs/bullies, onset of puberty, sudden increase in academic workload, CCA involvement, mixing with girls... Somehow, i was about to relate to the parent's concerns (signifying my age. IM STILL YOUNG!) I remembered how the notion of freedom began to hit me when i was still of that tender age. I wanna go out! i wanna spend time away from home! i wanna do this do that. mummie! trust me! i know what im doing lah. Yar yar, studies come first. i know i know. I thought i knew...i was wrong!? However, im ever so grateful my mum trust me enough to let me go find them out myself. I feel that this period is rather critical for a child's growth. Too tight a control, the kids might rebel. Too loose a control, the kids may run wild and never return. Thankfully, my mum exercised her control with care. The auntie at the canteen has a son who entered secondary education this year. Helped her set up internet earlier this year and tadah, online chatting became her son's favourite hobbie. Hoiz, not my fault okie, they approached me for helP! ...
i stopped at the last sentence and never continued coz... *stay tune to my next entry*
Eugene's grandfather is still in the hospital. Hope he will be fine...
Yesterday was lesson day. As usual, i arrived early at school to enjoy my one hour of nap/reading. However, i visited the customer service counter before heading to my class to make payments for my continual registration. Im Year Two. *ahem* Year Two liao. Anyway, the receptionist was kind enough to entertain me as i strolled to the counter. A buzz in my pocket alerted me of an incoming sms which i conveniently read in front of the receptionist. So much about me blogging the manners tied to sms-ing. It was a habit, a bad habit. My thumbs kept moving even though i tried to keep eye contact with her. She informed me that i had to make direct payments to UOL/LSE by sending the mail order overseas. Half heartedly, i said "oh okie...thankx" without even glancing at her, i continued smsing as i stepped out of the office. After pressing the send button, i realised what i did was ..>#($*&@(*&$#. wah liew. Scolded myself for being so rude and thereby set myself on course to change this (#*&$(@*#&(@*&# habit. Disgusting index 6.5/10
Fat kiat just called to confirm tonight's movie (i-robot) with me. Wonder what the show is going to be about. *wink wink* a sign of trust. There is only one type of person i can wink to...Hoi! stop the speculation. I can only wink to aunties...AH! Just now the canteen auntie teased me AGAIN. Wonder wads with her...is smiling a siN!? Anyway she reluctantly changed the topic onto her son. Speaking of which i thought i wanna share something about it. If i am not wrong, this was probably the third or fourth time an adult has spoken to me about child adolescence in this past year. Looks like most parents are worried about their children being led astray in school, especially so between the ages of 13-14. I have to admit that the leap from primary six to secondary one is perhaps one of the largest you face in your life till that point. Exposed to vulgarities and pornagraphy, brotherhood/gangs/bullies, onset of puberty, sudden increase in academic workload, CCA involvement, mixing with girls... Somehow, i was about to relate to the parent's concerns (signifying my age. IM STILL YOUNG!) I remembered how the notion of freedom began to hit me when i was still of that tender age. I wanna go out! i wanna spend time away from home! i wanna do this do that. mummie! trust me! i know what im doing lah. Yar yar, studies come first. i know i know. I thought i knew...i was wrong!? However, im ever so grateful my mum trust me enough to let me go find them out myself. I feel that this period is rather critical for a child's growth. Too tight a control, the kids might rebel. Too loose a control, the kids may run wild and never return. Thankfully, my mum exercised her control with care. The auntie at the canteen has a son who entered secondary education this year. Helped her set up internet earlier this year and tadah, online chatting became her son's favourite hobbie. Hoiz, not my fault okie, they approached me for helP! ...
i stopped at the last sentence and never continued coz... *stay tune to my next entry*
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