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"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye."
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My name is Renald. A profile? That's troublesome.
If I had to say something, I wished I didn't exist. Screw humans and their own stupid problems.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell I even bother to try and make people happy, or whatever.
Most of them wouldn't appreciate the effort, or even take notice.
I wish I'd just sleep and never wake up. Stuck in dream forever, doing whatever I want. Inception anyone?
I'm not sure whether all those sweet memories and fun times I've had could make up for the disappointment I feel I've been thus far.
The times I've been drove to the edge, feeling almost insane. The pain being unbearable.
Be careful what you wish for? I don't know. Well.. dont regret your life and what you make of it.
Tresure the present, because they will never come back again.
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Carried Away
12:15 PM Saturday, August 15, 2009
Well, I'd stop finding and doing quizzes for now. I'm just wasting time.
The bloody speaker problem hasn't been resolved yet. I find myself becoming more like my dad, in certain ways. Like, when shouting. My mood can change in an instant, thats one thing I got from him. I don't really like this attribute, because when I start shouting and I can't stop. And it doesn't really help that my voice is breaking and im in this Caucasian Bridge School. I don't like people seeing, or.. noticing, my emotions. I usually try to hide it, and act like I'm happy all the time. I can only be in my real mood when I'm with Vanessa. Whether im restless, or whatever. Just want to rant, about some things, now. Why do you, assume things about people. Why not, just go and ask them. Well, I don't mean : "Hey Renald, do you mind me throwing your thermometer in the dustbin?" . You don't have to ask that do you? You know, once you do that I need to spend another bloody 9 bucks buying a new one. For instance, the above mentioned. "Jacky", threw my thermometer in the dustbin. And when I asked him why? "For fun. I thought you didn't mind.". Oh of course, I don't mind. And when I told him how inconsiderate he was for not even knowing how to say sorry, he says this : "Huh, I never say meh, orh sorry sorry sorry.". Yeah you Singaporeans know how it sounds like. I know they don't read my blog, but even though they are fun and good friends to have, my best friends in school and inconsiderate, childish, immature assholes that don't say Sorry sincerely, or don't even say Sorry at all. Another example, "Johnny", sprayed ethanol all over my arms. Sorry, I don't need you cleaning up the micro-organisms on my skin. And the reason he did that? He thought the straw didnt touch the ethanol and that squeezing the bottle wouldn't make the liquid come out, and that he thought it'd be fun to "Scare" me. And what did my teacher do? Nothing. And when he took out his gloves he put the powder on my shirt, and when I did the same the teacher comes out "RENALD! STOP PLAYING!" . Okay, you win. The chairperson shouldn't play such "childish" games. Alright sure, I'm the guy who's in-charge of the class with practically no power. Even my screams keeps them quiet for a while only. Talk about throwing cards here and there, you're throwing your bloody life away! Son of a bitch, get a life. Everybody makes mistakes, of course. But you need to learn to care. To understand how other people feel before you say its not fair to yourself. All of us has a heart, its up to you whether or not you want to use it. Don't restrict growing up just for "face". You don't need that. If there's just this one person, who makes a change, and stands out not just for being funny, but for showing courage and what he really believes, the class would change. And I'm set out to do that, hoping to make everyone better. I try to make Self-Supervised Revision Periods fun for everybody, you don't know how many rules I broke just to keep our class out of trouble.And im pretty damn sure there isn't much out there who does so. Trust me, I'm gonna make a speech the next SSRP there is about this. And for your information, crying and peeing from the eyes are two different things. Get it right. _______________________________ Now, lets go back to "=D". "Today, my grandma went to get my twin sister and I a birthday gift. She returned with 2 shirts that read "I see you've met the twins" in big letters across the chest. She gave them to us and said, "Isn't this cute, cause you're twins!" I then had to explain to her what the shirt was actually referring to. -FML " LOL. It took me awhile to get this, but I was laughing my ass off once i did. Hmm, surprisingly, I forgot what I wanted to talk about. All I remember is that, there's a bet between me and Vanessa. Those of you with Vanessa in their MSN contact list, should know. What now? I don't know. Well I will say goodbye, because Your Dad says so. -Renald "A true friend stabs you in the front." - Oscar Wilde Oh and I realised, You can't look at someone you like straight in the eyes for more than a second. Because well, you're afraid she looks back at you. But that's the only time your smiling, because you're scared. ahh, silly hotcakes. -cough- -inside joke- -cough- ▲ |