The Ripped Soul

Went for counselling AGAIN today. Apparently they referred me because they believed I had no direction, and didn't know what I wanted in life.

So the counsellor was just supposed to GUIDE me along. See what I'm good in, what I wanna do, what I should do in her opinion..

She's a nice lady tho. Seems nice, anyway.

She started probing around my life today, talking to me briefly and asking questions about mom and dad. She noticed how mixed up I was. Sikh dad, filipino mom, sikh me, catholic, studies malay, looks like that of a chinese/malay...

Wanted to break at some points when she was probing like mad but all I did was just flinch or fidget with the piece of paper for the next appointment.

So yeah. I have to see her again. Not so soon though.

Got a B for EL. If I had a heart attack, I'd have died there and then. School wants me to get an A2. He wants an A1. Seems so impossible..

Came home, got an sms from Amanda saying he passed away. Came as a shock at first since I just saw him that day on Sunday. And CNY.

So I guess that's how it feels like if you talk to a person today, and hear that the same guy just died tomorrow.

As much as I sorta disliked him and his wife, may God bless his soul, and may perpetual light shine upon him as he is laid to his rest. Amen.