Well, I have forgotten to anounce that I am now a staff sergeant! The promotion parade was yesterday.

 
The second post for today. Today, the 'exciting' part of my life happen at night. My brother is pestering me, again. He wants me to quit the GOH. He does not want me to waste my time there any more, and he is taking action everyday. he keeps asking me 'have you told your teacher about it?' I am so vexed. Why can't my life jsut take a more better course?

Anyway, my poems are about my inner thoughts and a true story about a guy who happened to have a crush one of his friends. (who happens to be a guy.) Homosexuality is not well accepted, even now, and thus he can only tell his friend about his forbidden love for him when he leaves for sydney. The poem talks about how the guy looked upon his crush, helping him and being always by his side, expecting nothing but his heart. The problem is, his heart was for girls (The other guy is straight.) So the story ends in a sad note. Well, being a subjective person, I believe that love is a choice between two individuals, whether guys or girls. If both parties like one another, it does not matter what their sex are. Rarely can one find true love, or even true like, so treasure them all. There many people out there who is feeling trapped, not knowing what they are going to do about their own sexuality.

And the big question which Hui Ling always like to ask me: Am I gay? Well... I'm not. I'm just empathic about almost everything.

To the next point. I have a tendency to go near people and sit beside them. You can say that I like company. I'm a person who is easily feel lonely abput myself. I also like to appreciate the bodily features that mother nature and has so graciously given to each of my friends. To many people it may seem gay-like, so here here. I remembered when I was in primary school, where I was really... feminine. I was ostracised by my schoolmates with the words 'gay' and 'sissy' flying all around. No one likes me. Ihave even uglier names like 'molester' and 'pervert' (Wee Song has revived this for me.) You can say that after going through all this for 5 years can make you a real pervert. As for my true feelings, I guess I have to shelf them all up. the world is still unable to accept my stand.
 
Everybody has choices. In fact, they are making them everyday.

Today, Eileen, Yang Cheng, Alfred and I made a bet on what is the first word that Miss Jenny Ng would say. The prize was a drink. My guess was 'ok' and you know what? I won! Isn't that great? When she said ok I jumped out of my seat and shouted 'yes!', to the amusement of my class. Ha. ha. Alfred was thinking that we bet on other things tomorrow. Let us see what happens then. 

I wrote a few sad stories and poems today. I guess the muse is extra kind today. They are all in my poems blog. Enjoy. There are also racial harmony photos with me in it. Yeah.

Nothing much today. Practiced my oral and annoyed the heavens out of Alfred. Ha ha.



Cheers.