Tainted

Today was probably one of the most depressing day of my secondary school life. Got back results and...
booyeah.
Well I wasn't sure how to react just yet... An unknown auntie went around checking on people, crying people. I was just daydreaming when she came to console me, at first ibwas shocked and started tearing up. Don't ask me why but I did. Sobs were uncontrollable, tissues were soaked wet and friends came gathering...
The main purpose for this post is not to show how sad I am but to express my greatest gratitude to those who came to comfort their friends. The surprising person is Si Ming, I am not very close to him but he came around to give me encouragement. I was grateful because at that moment it meant a lot to me, to be starting all over again. It isn't easy to be walking again with bruised knees, it hurts at first. But I know things are going to change and sooner or later he knees will heal. It takes time, to work, to learn and to heal. It's never to late to start. So cheers!!

Formal

Sitting in a white and black room that is smaller than an attic wasn't what I call an ideal place for me to write an essay. Yes, there might be air conditioning but the room itself makes me so tired. It is a plain and neat room with a few tables and chairs. Either side you sit on, you will see someone else.
The problem is I'm a visual person, and I need colours in the room. Such plain colour dulls me, when I write essay, I feel myself writing to formally. I tried to perk up, but to no avail. So I wrote the whole letter in a formal tone but of which I am supposed to write the opposite.
Later that day, I was writing a reflection but there's a bit tease into my writing. I can't help it. I'm guess I'm bipolar :P