sympathy: pity on somebody.
empathy: putting yourself in somebody's shoes.
t'is what i learnt at morning assembly today, although i hadn't applied the empathy bit during the first two periods [chemistry]. sorry Mrs Ang.
during the first few minutes of the third period [free] i decided to make my way to suspension. along the way, Mrs Sherri followed by Ms Delsise asked me how long i'd be there.
"til i give a letter that excuses my absence," i answered. "i don't even know if it's still for the June Structured or not."
i have absolutely no idea why, but each time Mdm Kamisah walked by, i'd get this urge to talk to her. it feels like there's something i have to ask her. we've always been exchanging smiles when we pass, but never a word. very mysterious indeed.
talked with the Mr Khai during lunch, along with Syazana. 1. he's actually pretty funny. 2. he has really good advice on tackling source-based and essay questions.
he quoted Albert Einstein; "whatever you need to memorise is not worth knowing." it's kind of true to a certain extent, isn't it!
slacked with the childhood buddy at the library while waiting for our LC time, chatting about the least important things in our lives, from white alligators to floating stones to curses. basically stories that we heard, like myths and fables.
LC was alright albeit for the fact that i had been super sleepy the whole day.
so Syaz went over to this friend of hers who was one of the private candidates, and i was pretty amused with the way he hadn't given her eye contact at all.
she explained to me his personality; his reason for behaving like that. and personally i thought it was super cute! i thought he is cute. (;
made our way to central , on the way meeting a cat that really reminded me of Cleo! Helen Brown gave such detailed descriptions of the little black kitty in the book. *grins*
while this black kitty who was playing with a feather reminded me of Cleo, she reminded Syaz of another cat named Neng.
i love the way she kept close to the ground, eyes on the feather which i swished across the floor to attract her attention, before wriggling her raised butt as her trademark ambush move. it was just too beyond adorable!
we decided to combine the names of the kitties which she reminded us of, and thus; Neo.
ate the usual nasi ayam, talking and laughing. i really kept getting panicky each time she laughed, because the last time we ate there, she nearly fell back because of the little step that's directly behind the foot of the stool she was sitting on.
walked back home while sharing more stories, from those of life to those of the past. occasionally rubbing arms in a desperate attempt for heat; it was actually really chilly.
you should try going for a walk around late evening times, like half past 6 to 7pm. it's actually real nice.
dropped by Syaz's place to get books, my long-lost Stolen [she had borrowed that one from me two years ago] and A Waste Of Good Paper. i hope the story doesn't further prove the point of the title.
spent the time at my house afterwards, just sharing more and more stories about the most randomest people you could ever name.
well then. right now, am texting three people at once. Syazana on farts, Nicholas on alarms, and Syamirul on soccer boots.
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