Hey peeps. I am so bored. Tomorrow is my home econs practical test and I am yet so relaxed. I love home-econs. Ha-ha. I seem like a housewife. Anyway, I am making a sandwich. Simple? Think again, it is Xin hui’s special. Whatever, let me share something with you.

I am a quite sociable person in my church, at least that’s what my friends and I think and I met this quite troubled person in the cry room. I started to talk to her and she began to pour her worries on me. She told me that she is feeling very left out in school. All her friends call her weird when she tries to mix with them and it seems that nobody wants to be her friend. Funny, it sounds like me. She is a nice girl and I think that I am fortunate to have a friend like her.

Most of the times, people don’t want to friend another person most probably they think that person is not cool or very irritating. Sometimes, think about how that person will feel if they know that is how you think of them. You may tell yourself, I am not saying in front of her but GOD feels hurt too for you are finding fault with his creation. Anyway, I told her this story that happened to me.

In the science lab, I was trying to mix around as in to move nearer to the teacher’s desk so that I could see better. The tables had 5 seats and most of the tables only had 4 persons there. I finally found a place and I thought the people in that table were OK too. Then, I started to do my work. I noticed there were two persons writing letters to one another even though they were sitting next to each other. WHATEVER. Ok, I know it’s bad to peep at what they are writing but I am so KAPO. They were writing about me. They said I was weird and very lame as well. Then, I stared into their faces. I couldn’t see why. Why they could act so friendly and be so hateful too. Then, I told myself, I have parents too. Their parents would think of them as the most precious person, my parents think so too! Why? Why must they make me feel like how the girl in the cry room is feeling? I didn’t expose them so we could still remain friends. I feel dumb. Now, whenever I talk to them, I feel poor. Poor as in no confidence, I don’t know which word that they are saying is criticizing me and which word is speaking the truth. I never want to know what they think of me now. It has been hurting before. The next time, I am sure it will be worse. Perhaps I will lose myself by then.

I told her the world cannot compromise with us and think we are beautiful in every way. The only thing we can do is be a better ourselves, then, no matter what people thinks of us, we know we ourselves are precious in our eyes. I hope this will be able to help you in one way or another.

Kellie wongxinhui