Scratch this
I guess this is really what will happen for the next 2 years of my life?
Not in the best of blogging mood for these days as I'm having writer's block due to exams. When I'm fuelled up with joy or anger, yeah, the heck I'll shoot a string a fluent english. But when I'm stuck and nothing special happens on my usual day, I can't write anything at all.
It's getting on my nerves that I can't stop envying others when I see them with a glow to their faces, like, they have such a fabulous day so far or they have their loved ones by their side. When will I be the one who glows as I walk through the sea of people in Orchard road? Is it the day when my close ones stop dying? Is it the day when I stop doubting myself on how I can succeed?
You see, I'm the most dull person you can ever speak to. If I'm in an awkward position, I just talk to you about school or rack my brains of some interesting news that caught people's attention. If you don't open up to me and I want to be your friend, please read the latter. And if we can talk but we only met in poly, I wouldn't have as much fun and joy talking to you as I did with secondary school buddies because they watch me make mistakes and grow up and have fun. So, I'm sorry.
I wanna make friends so badly, besides my classmates and friends that I met through camp. But I always hesitate and shun away from being super friendly and bubbly to get to know more friends. This is what happens when I imagine too much - being the cheerful and over-friendly student in poly that will have 40 friends coming to any occasion that I organise. And even if I have new friends, I don't make an effort to keep in contact with them. They just... fade away and don't recognise me as I walk pass them to class. There you have it, the simple description of me.
Not in the best of blogging mood for these days as I'm having writer's block due to exams. When I'm fuelled up with joy or anger, yeah, the heck I'll shoot a string a fluent english. But when I'm stuck and nothing special happens on my usual day, I can't write anything at all.
It's getting on my nerves that I can't stop envying others when I see them with a glow to their faces, like, they have such a fabulous day so far or they have their loved ones by their side. When will I be the one who glows as I walk through the sea of people in Orchard road? Is it the day when my close ones stop dying? Is it the day when I stop doubting myself on how I can succeed?
You see, I'm the most dull person you can ever speak to. If I'm in an awkward position, I just talk to you about school or rack my brains of some interesting news that caught people's attention. If you don't open up to me and I want to be your friend, please read the latter. And if we can talk but we only met in poly, I wouldn't have as much fun and joy talking to you as I did with secondary school buddies because they watch me make mistakes and grow up and have fun. So, I'm sorry.
I wanna make friends so badly, besides my classmates and friends that I met through camp. But I always hesitate and shun away from being super friendly and bubbly to get to know more friends. This is what happens when I imagine too much - being the cheerful and over-friendly student in poly that will have 40 friends coming to any occasion that I organise. And even if I have new friends, I don't make an effort to keep in contact with them. They just... fade away and don't recognise me as I walk pass them to class. There you have it, the simple description of me.