i detest writing essays, english or chinese, they both suck.

i think i'm gonna get scolded (if my gp teacher even cares) for writing a shit compo. like, i just hate getting the lowest marks in class. especially when i know that my standard of english is higher than some people in my class. anyway, i suck at languages, so forget it azaria. i think i suck at everything.... i didn't do well in my chem test, well, i tried consoling myself, that it is my worst chapter, but still.... well, surprisingly, the subject i'm best at is chinese and math, my assignments for chinese are very well done, my compo and spelling is average, which is really quite good for my standard. i guess my linguistic ability is hovering around the zero mark, oh geezer. that's me, the airhead, i suck at nearly every subject, crapping and wasting time is my forte, academically wise, i'm a zero. oh, here goes, bringing myself down, regretting, thinking what ifs and all. crap, that's me.

anyway, am gonna sleep. perhaps the sleep impoverished mind is cranking up on me, that's the reason for all i've written above (maybe?). i still think i'm pretty sane and clear-headed, or not. well, whatever it is, let this confused little teenage (confused according to my sec one english teacher 'cos of this poem i wrote) go rest now. i shall end here.

(it sucks when you know that you have potential to develop certain abilities but you don't, it's never too late to start, but maybe it is...)

was thinking about a quote from jc, 'some men construe things to their fashion...' not sure whether it's the exact quote, my lit is not fab. (it's my worst humans subject gradewise). just ponder over it...........