Grades were out a few days ago, or I think it was on the
5th, whatever the day was. Results came out quite
unexpectedly. A few
Bs, 2 to be exact and a couple of
C+s, 2 more to be exact. The GPA dropped to below 3 and yes, that my friend is a sign that I should buck up. Like the old saying goes...
"Kid, you ought to pull up your socks"
I always wondered who ever came up with that line. Why not things like...
"Kid, you ought to straighten that tie of yours" or maybe...
"Kid, you ought to iron out your shirt crisp"
erm.. maybe not. Lets just stick to
pulling your socks. It sounds more appealing and makes sense at the end of the day, well, I think it does..
eventually.
Officially, I have only
1 more semester to go in RP and that is equivalent to 16 weeks of school. Time flies fast, thats for sure. When you're in, you want to go out. But once you're out, you want to stay in. I think that happens everywhere. Its something we can't explain but it just happens. Its a feeling I guess. Or maybe just the ego inside working. Talk about admitting defeat.
Someone once asked me, actually a few did but saying
someone just makes it sound more philosophical, what I want to do after I graduate from RP. Well, the answer if you ask me now would be unrealistic answers for sure cause I really don't know what I want to do in life but the way I see it, I would probably be stuck somewhere. Where, I don't know but I'll make my way up, or at least try to do so.
I would have to serve the nation first thats a sure thing. Inevitably but indeed an experience that would be stuck in the head. Maybe do free lance modeling for any acne companies, I would be the before picture of course. Hmm, what else can I do? Still continue working at Sentosa? Most probably but it all depends. But, if I do get into the Police force, then maybe I would consider signing on with them. Lets just leave that to fate.
Its been a rainy week, but the moods are high thats for sure. The girlfriend is always around and I'm glad I never did turn back to tell myself I regretted not running back to where I came from. Its a nice thing to have someone there for you though you know you can never be there for the person cause its hard when you are constantly being reminded that she can take care of her own. Whatever the nonsense, the show must go on... Life is after all.. Just a stage..
.: Go On :.
