"Home... we're coming home again"

Homecoming - Green Day

That was the only song I could think of when I was writing this entry. Heehee. Anyway... the home visit.. okay, it wasn't a home visit, 'twas more like a community hospital, but it was kewl. I didn't know that I would actually enjoy it. Initially felt awkward because I really didn't know how to talk to any of the patients in the hospital as they were mainly Chinese-speaking or dialect-speaking (I swear I was cursing myself inside because of not learning Mandarin earlier. And I pledge to learn it after the 'A's)... but after a few conversations, we ended up with this Malay guy (I still remember his name is Muhammad bin Dullah) and we had a lot of fun talking with him. He has a very interesting life... merely a Primary 6 graduate, he became a sportsman who was supposed to represent Singapore for Sepak Takraw tournament in the 1960s.. he rejected it because it wouldn't make any penny for him.. Then he told us about how he met his wife, how they dated, how they got married, how are his kids right now. It was cool, seriously.

Anyway. It was quite sad that we had to leave just like that after such an engaging conversation.

On another note,
I think he and I are just... say, not fated? Yup... that's the sad part la.. because unlike other days, everyone in the school today is wearing green uniform including him, and when he wears that, it always catches my eyes no matter what.. He just looks good in it, basically. That's why, I kinda failed my mission not to like him anymore today. But no matter what, I still have this feeling inside that I am REALLY REALLY scared of him. BLEAH.

And I think I'd get in trouble with library teacher-in-charge very soon. Shitty, manz. But I can't do a thing.. How do they expect me to go for library weeks events for three days while I got all my five days fully occupied this week??