If you told me, five months ago, that my parents would have a major clash with me, I'd laugh it off with a shrug to match. But now, seriously, a row with dad and mum is in order. And its because of co-curriculum.
Okay, its not just that, but also because I made a stupid mistake. I'd claimed last year that the activities should be over by April, but now I'm continuing past May. My parents, concerned as they are about my graduation exams, naturally pushed me quite hard. Of course, this escalates into a conflict, with me looking like the losing side, if your views count.
I know I made a stupid mistake in promising before knowing full well of the future, so I'm sorry. But still, I hope they can be in my shoes, see my point of view. I think I've been striven to aim for the academic pinnacle since tender age, and this makes me feel really stressed-out, around these times, when teen hormones would tempt you do outrageous things. But, I still care for my books too, still know that that yellow scroll is a key to a better future. I promise (for real this time) that I will do whatever in my power to ensure that my SPM results are nothing but airborne colours.
Then again, a request - please don't ground me for too long - that's why I'm not blogging for 3 months straight.
P.S. Another night jaunt at school during 7th and 8th of June. Guess what I saw this time? A 7-inch-long, black monocled cobra. My friend Troy nearly got bitten as he swung his left foot over its head when I tried to shove him out of the way. Guess the fella's not yet awake. When we alerted the school guard, though, its in threat mode - neck flattened, fangs out, body coiled and ready to lash out, eyeing the most threatening guy in vicinity - my buddy whom had an appendage near its head before it was completely alert.
