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I opened my eyes, last night, and saw you in the low light
Walking by the bay, on the shore
Staring up at the planes that aren't there anymore
You happened to look, and see, the tunnels all around me
Running into the dark underground

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Okay, seriously. When I say I'm teaching my brother his school stuff, you'd might as well say that I'm the one going to primary school.

Or that I'm the one mugging for his PSLE.

See, I mark his papers, note where are his weak areas, note what are the questions he always screw up on.

And hell, I bet I know him better than he does! (Academically, of course.)

I can count off, one-by-one, all the Math questions that he gets 0. -.- Pray, tell me. How does a Math failure coach another Math failure and get the Math failure to pass?