I had a great time though, dancing with Bong-hae, Pheng, Eng Hock and a whole bunch of other girls (which of course, included Aimi). But what I did tonight isn't important. I'm starting to question things in my life again, whether or not I deserve any type of bullshit people give me, or if I deserve better treatment. I believe that if someone respects you, you ought to respect them back. Unfortunately for me, today's encounters had neglected that belief. These actions and behavior only made be begin to believe in the worse of people's efforts. The boastful types don't give a shit about how people feel, it's always been "yea whatever.. your mom yeah?" Trust me, it's not cool to act like a jerk.. no matter how much better you think you are.
Then again, I shouldn't really mind because I guess at times, it's just the person's nature. But yeah, I just thought I'd point that out. I don't know if you'll know that I'm talking about you, but heck.. I think you ought to know. Respect others with the respect you think YOU deserve.
The seniors are playing a mixed basketball match against the staff tomorrow at lunch. Pheng Seng and I picked out the players for the team just the other day. George and I will be managing the rotations and substitutes. I managed to get Clement to 'volenteer' to referee tomorrow's game along with another fellow teacher so that students won't think that the game is too bias. Though I think teachers ALWAYS play rough XP They PUSH hard..haha they're so evil at times. I quote from Mr. W: "On court, they (the students) are the opposition. The enemy". Haha. I guess that's why the think they should slaughter students.
ah well,
good night.
love,
yarz.
ps. rz, I read your site baby. I miss you too :) my credit's like.. less than $2. I do miss your text messages tho, cos they somehow keep me moving throughout the day..and I think you know that. SO MESSAGE ME XP. I'm still struggling with all the problems that I have going down around here.. it's killing me. Its like feeling as if you're about to be diced with a slicer.. cut up into pieces which can't be put together. Sigh. It'll be okay won't it? It will. I'll keep on counting the days till you come back. hehe I miss you. Xox.
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