Now, that's the situation. Where i get 3As, and a lousy B3, people around me don't believe it since i am a reputed slacker in newtown. Close friends brush aside disbelief to congratulate sincerely. But back at home, the same disbelief is at how mediocre my grades are. Hah. it's a joke. Although congrats was not expected, but remarks of 'if you work harder, you could have done better';'don't worry, if you work hard in university, you can still catch up' are expected remarks. Again, people close to me would know why.


So you think i have it easy? When doing decent is mediocre? Haha. Ok. That is why i am by far, by miles and miles, more happy for my friends than for myself. Cause, their joy is reciprocated. It is simultaneous. For me it is a formality. Procedure. Anything less, would have been a disaster, making me more than a mediocre sheep, but a black one. Haha.



We got to look beneath the surface sometimes. We know situations we face ourself. And it explains ourselves to well, ourselves. But you never know others. And that is always very intriguing. The forever game of guessing. The mystery, however close you are, will still persist. The story. The drama. And how your darkness, might actually, just be others' shadows. How your excuses may have been considered and thrown out of the window already. Forgive me if i am too curious. Just that, sometimes, stories, novel-like do attract me too much.



Oh, just a note, i am trying to get into law. Law and econs double wham. Haha. But it is going to be like everest high. Wish me luck.



Wish you luck. Choose the right paths. And make your decisions. Make them at least! Please.