Well exam results are back, and there's always that big disappointment during that period of time.
yup.
you've guessed it. It's the revenge of Math

Arguably, math has always been my weakest subject. the only subject that i had to go an extra mile for ( or more like 1000 extra miles) than all the other subjects. I have always struggled through the Math Climb. As Syaf and i refer to.
That were climbing a mountain, and at the peak is Serena, ( who once again, without fail, scored a 91 for math this term ) while we're barely progressing and are still at the foot of the mountain, clawing our way through ( unsucessfully).

And after my overdose of math tuition, ( about 5 times a week ) it is FINALLY getting just a teeny weeny bit better.

For the first time in my secondary school life
*DRUM ROLL PLEASE*

I ACTUALLY SCORED A 'B'!!!

scream it like you mean it!!

Okay, i suppose now your wondering, what the hell is the big deal? Its just a B.. a pathetic.. small..ugly .. weak. B of nothingness. But no, to me, i see it in a diffrent light, its not JUST A 'B'. (how could you say that to something so magnificent!?) ITS A FUDGINGFANTASTIC B!! Its like, THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE.

And now i feel like a loser because most Math blessed people would think this is nothing. * plants big L on forehead* But my report card has always been A's and ONE C. And that C has always ALWAYS been math. BUT now, its not A's and a C. Its A's and a B!!!

Is that awesome or what?? i should go celebrate and go buy myself McD's.

Okay i know father's day was weeks ago, bt i had totally forgotten to blog about it. Well it was nothing special, we had brunch at Hilton since there was some good discount. But the food was quite bad, or maybe cause we came at the wrog time when there were only scraps of leftovers to feast.
See what i mean? there were just bits and pieces from the chicken. And dont understand, is there some unwritten known fact that Chinese do not like to eat Chicken breast meat because it has no taste, but its less fattening that the drumstick? But i dont feel a diffrence between the breast and the drumstick, they all taste the same okay! still taste like chicken to me. I cant even tell the diffrence between pork and beef.

I like me retarded sunnies..
that have absolute no use at all :P
I wonder if you have realized that my blog has become totally ( or a little) pictureless these few weeks. we'll, ive realized it. YOU KNOW WHY? because my computer has been reformatted and the screen is all stretched and shitty and when i upload pictures my face looks ugly and flat and fat. I look like little miss pancake. Aggh, but i will swallow my pride and ignore my flat face staring right at me ( well at least its fat when my computer shows it to me)

So these two or three weeks i havent been blogging much, or either i've been blogging about meaningless crap, BUTTTT.. EXAMS ARE OVER :D and i am so thrilled, i hardly even slept for thoese nights when exams were on the next day, I didnt do much after the exams though, ( not much of a big celebration i guess )

But, i hd lunch with my english teacher and my mom at heritage with his family, HOMG, his daughter is so so so so CUTEEEE!!!

At night i went to see josh, since thats going to be one of the last times i'll ever see him again.. okay fine, not 'ever ' lah, maybe for just 6 months, until he leaves to australlia on wednesday.
You've been such a good friend to me.
remember Puffles, I remember josh thinking that it was damn ugly cause he said that it looked as if it were having an orgasm. But i find it super cute okay!
ey you dont forget about me okay -.-
We may be oceans apart
and miles away
but i'm only just a phone call away.

i love you, you retard!!!!!
I just had dinner. I feel so full now. gah.

Total epic failure.

I REMEMBER CLEARLY, after rainfest 08, we were all, OMG, OMGG I CANT WAIT FOR RAINFEST 09!! then we started to plan out everything, all the rooms and the bookings and i was so sure that i would go. Until the whole world got infected by Swine Flu. Amy and i didn't take of the rainfest wristbands for days.

AND WHAT AM I DOING HERE SITTING INFRONT OF THE COMPUTER NOT BEING AT RAINFEST ANYWAY!!? I feel so loserish. -.-

And also, this term was the first term i did not go anywhere, except i had lunch with my mom and mr peter. I was quite surprised that not many people were going out. Once again, i feel loserish.

Was supposed to sleep over at Sam, BUTT, SOMEONE HAS A MUSIC EXAM. nvm, we shall make up for another time ;6

i'm sick of stereotypes. You know? Those who pretend they know me so well and they can say whatever they want about me.
But thats not who i am.
Let me tell you who i am in the most honest way possible.

I'm ever so slightly fouled mouthed, naturally attention craving, just a little untruthful, sometimes a wall flower, a tolerator of being pushed over, a stubborn mule, a vain whore, ever so impatient and a shameless impertinent little girl, with an unstable self esteem, who has a habit of just wanting approval from her peers.
And now you know

you know. Things dont suck as much. When you have someone close to you. Thats suffering with you. On the same sinking boat :) but unfortunately . I'm in a pickle . Where i dont have anyone. Or maybe its just exam stress.

so yeah . I have exams, next week and its really bad because i've been slacking all month. I made a promise to myself. Okay this term i'm not going to get just A's . I'm going to get all a pluses. Yea. I'm sure that will happen when i haven't even started studying yet. As in the real studying. So. Dead blog. For one week. I have tons to update. But now just isn't the right time ._. Study!

i get that feeling when your near.
That tingling sense of fear. And joy. I'm scared. Yet i'm not. I mumble when i talk to you. My tongue gets tangled up with my words. I want to sound cool, and in control. But i lose focus everytime i glance at you. I trip over my words and i sound like a retard. Everything tumbles out of my big mouth. Just to get, your attention. Its like the whole world disappears and there's only you and i. Just meters away. I want to hold you. I want you to hold me. But thats just a dream, that can never be.

i have so much to update
but so so little time

i'm currently in kl, at some eatery. Feeding on their free wifi. When i should be studying. Or rather looking at books.

But noooo. My mom wont let me study at dinner ._. Gag. I feel so bloody frustrated.

Why is it that right this minute i'm looking at a menu, staring at the shark fin soup thing. Why is it that my mom wont let me have that?! So cheap somemore. Its all, dont eat sharks, the kill sharks for the fin. Meh. All of that sounds like vegan hippie talk. Save the world go green. But i love shark fin, even though people give that disapproving 'you disgusting supporter of shark slaughter' frown.

And another question, michael jackson passed away recently (if you haven't heard you must be living underneath a rock because its been broadcasted all over the net, the radio has been playing all of his songs for an entire fax and its on the front page of every newspaper slash CNN BREAKING NEWS.) I've never been a huge fan of michael jackson but i have a question,

why is it ah, that michael jackson has gone under the knife countless times, and nothing has ever happened to him, but why is it, when he is not even doing anything, he gets cardiac arrest and dies. Why is it if withstand so many surgeries, he cant with stand one cardiac arrest?! Some one tell me .

I've just been called a flamer on my cbox.
Aren't flamers supposed to be referred to guys?
who are.. homo's? get your facts right.

Something to cheer me up since I've been feeling rather down these few days.
I was checking out my mail and i found this so darn funny.


A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Dad.'

With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.

Dear Dad:
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and
you.

I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice.

But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it' s not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant.

Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy.

In the meantime we will pray that science finds a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it.

Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.


Love, Your Son John


PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house.

I just wanted to remind you there are worse things in life than the Report Card in my desk drawer.

I love you.

Call me when it's safe to come home

I`m the monster underneath your bed, the one who steals your candy. fear me hunny bunny Life is very peculiar

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