I not nice.

I don't think I make a good son. I still make my mum hopping mad every now and then. She's already in her late 40s and still has to shout just to make that good for nothing son of hers' do something as simple as clearing the trash.
I don't think I make a good son. I can't always seem to find that father-son time such that that old dad could somehow interact with me. But there's always time for MSN and Skype.
I don't think I can make a good buddy to my friends. There are still some touchy issues that I still keep in the dark. Cause, look here, to point in washing your dirty laundry in public right? Words spread like wild fire in Maris Stella; Although this is suppose to be a Boys' School and boys are supposed to be a little subtle about gossips.
I doubt I would make a good partner in a relationship either. There won't be any security or...
I don't make a good student. I make teachers that supposedly have high hopes for me to go purple with rage. I make them stomp their feet and grill their minds as to what they are going to talk to me about during teacher-pupil conference.
I don't make a good Marist- particularly because I don't feel a heart to heart attachment to this old, historical building. I guess people feel differently about certain things.
Yes, they do.