after two hours of needed sleep
i woke up realising
the answer to "whats the saddest fact"
the fact that
even if you are telling the truth
no one believes
(sorry, interrupted by yoga)
there was once when i failed my biology common test
i remember it was the year when i have to take my HKCEE
i took it pretty hard
never in my life had i been labelled FAILED with some numbers
(well except the time when i cried and cried because someone gave my jay chou concert seat away. that is truly AN EXCEPTION)
i remember deliberately holding my test paper at the edge
trying to hide the shame in between my fingers
then someone approached and asked me this ridiculous question
"how did you do?"
"bad. real bad"
"now u are really kidding me. your bad is my good"
that hurts a little more than the failed number.
but i let silence had its way
i was talking to him one day
he asked me this ridiculous question
"how much do you love me"
" i love you"
"you didn't say it like you mean it"
" but i do mean it. why do i have to proof myself"
it breaks my heart, when he doesn't hear my words with his heart anymore
we were talking, we have 10 minutes til the end of court break
critically discuss this statement:
"there's one thing that is not in dispute: being in possession of money at least solves the problem of money itself"
"money brings with it new headaches"
"but food cannot bring hunger!"
"but being bloated doesn't make one feel any better"
(10 minutes later. court is in session once again)
we went off with different values.
but i swear i'm telling the truth.
when i'm young,
there are two sorts of entertainment that helps kill time
1. colouring book
2. connecting the dots
i am playing with the latter.