I've realised with an undeniable doubt that I have a level of patience is pretty low.
I flare up within seconds, and my blood boils with every syllable that a person whom I find unbearable spells out.
What is happening to me?

Nanyang is competitive.
That's a stated fact. Even if you strongly object to it, there are many evidences pin-pointed for you, leaving you speechless and unable to argue.
I'm starting to get used to it - the constant exchanging of results, the continuous questions raining on you. You can't not give. Whichever way, you're the loser who falls out in the very end.
People change with time, and with you yourself.
Copycats don't come naturally, they're nurtured. They see a good trait in you, and they eagerly try their utmost best to copy, but hey it ain't that easy. I'm still trying to get used to the saying, "Jealousy is a compliment." Copycats copy you 'cos they're good.
But why hasn't anyone thought of a proverb that explains perfectly why when a copycat succeeds in copying, you're not the one whom people look upon?
Good people, they stay with you till the sky falls down and the rocks cave in. You can tell who are the selfless guys, with one question you'll know, an answer etched in your heart, drawing you inconsiderably to that norm who ain't blinded by the complexity of life.
We all strive for the best, yes we do. But do you do this by snatching and scratching for bits of information, pouring them out by turning your "good friend", a scholar, upside down, and one day when you succeed, while he fails, will you help him in turn?
Or do you say "no time" and carry on like he's someone you just bumped in the wet market when you're bargaining for chicken?

You know the answer. You know the truth that lays at the bottom of your heart, while you're desperately trying to keep it mum. You act, with your flawless words and aching smiles, but an actor is never perfect. There's bound to be a "No, not good. Try again." and the whole scene shoots again. Too bad, na na ni poo poo, there ain't no such thing in life.
One slip, and there you are. Why can't you let people have the good knowledge, must you keep it all to yourself? Are you even sure your brain has sufficent space?
One day, when the omninous shadows of the trees are elongated, I will explode with all that buried confusion and throbbing worries. If you want help, yes I am most willing to offer, but if you want to copy, NO, THANK YOU. That's my hard earned effort, that's my brain cells invisibly hidden in it. There are even people trying to copy my way of posting. Not typing, but posting. They try to post like me - some ridiculous words that I use, the repeated 修辞手法 and my emotionally mood swings.

There are people whom I can entrust my whole life to, but I can count them off my fingers. There used to be countless - even with my toes I couldn't finish.

I miss primary school.

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I WANT TO WATCH HE'S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU :D
Eunice is going to watch with me!
OOH sweet Eunice said that my posts & wishlist are funnyyy ! <33
That's really nice of her, haha!

Meanwhile, I'm trying to complete and furnish my geog SIA before I go mad and enjoy my holidays.

TA TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DARLINGS!

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