I can't stand it. It's crazy. I have never, ever, in my life ever worried about exams before. Except that time in Standard 1, but hey, I was 7 years old all right? Anyway PMR is coming soon, and this sounds really stupid......but I'm worrying about the fact that I'm NOT worrying about PMR. (?) Am I weird or something? Don't answer that.
Anyway, everyone is SO sure I'll get straight As...but I don't think I can do it. They're all like you're smart and all, sure score straight one... But what the hell, who told them I was smart? I'm not even CLOSE to being top of the class (thanks to my super terrible BM) and people tell me that they're expecting straight As. Gah. That's all I can say. Gah. What did I do to have my skull crushed by people's expectations?
Now, no more pokemon, no more books, no more banging my head on the table doing my CSS...until PMR is over. Which is in......sheesh. I don't KNOW how many days. I don't know when PMR starts...sometime around the start of next month maybe?
The heat is not helping. Nor the damned haze which is making a comeback thanks to our selfish and thoughtless Malaysians. No seriously, right after the haze crisis...my neighbous starting burning rubbish again. The squatters too. Idiots.
Crunch time. I've gotta make up for the lost time I spent sleeping and daydreaming in class. I'm sure that my brain's gonna overheat. Gtg, study. WIsh me luck. And DON'T tell me I'm gonna get straight As. Like I don't have enough pressure already. Bah.
P.S. Steph <3s Mikey Jr. SO CUTE! Mwahahaha......
Friday, September 16, 2005
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Crap. That's what I feel like. Crap.
Drumroll. The results are in. My stupid, stupid exam results. There were a few changes from the last time I posted, but yeah.
Sejarah: 57
BM: 64
Moral: 72
KH: 72
Maths: 78
Science: 78
Seni: 79
Geog: 80
BI: 92
Sucks, huh? At first I thought it was ok, but hell no it's NOT okay. This is PMR for goodness sake. And guess what? I only got 2 freakin As. As if I don't feel bad enough being SWF-ed, but now the voices in my head are starting to come back. For real. And you guys know how I get when that happens. Bye-bye nice sweet normal life, and hello /paranoia/. Or maybe you guys don't, after all, only I can hear them right?
Whatever. I'm gonna curl up with my stupid UPSR level BM reference book. Cause that's how low my standard is. And maybe I'm gonna get some nice yummy chocolates to go with my misery.
Yup. That's all.
And anyone who knows how to stop stupid Friendster from sending out that circulation mail EVERYTIME I update my blog, please leave A comment or message me. Believe me, it's bothering me as much as it bothers you guys. Thanks.
Sejarah: 57
BM: 64
Moral: 72
KH: 72
Maths: 78
Science: 78
Seni: 79
Geog: 80
BI: 92
Sucks, huh? At first I thought it was ok, but hell no it's NOT okay. This is PMR for goodness sake. And guess what? I only got 2 freakin As. As if I don't feel bad enough being SWF-ed, but now the voices in my head are starting to come back. For real. And you guys know how I get when that happens. Bye-bye nice sweet normal life, and hello /paranoia/. Or maybe you guys don't, after all, only I can hear them right?
Whatever. I'm gonna curl up with my stupid UPSR level BM reference book. Cause that's how low my standard is. And maybe I'm gonna get some nice yummy chocolates to go with my misery.
Yup. That's all.
And anyone who knows how to stop stupid Friendster from sending out that circulation mail EVERYTIME I update my blog, please leave A comment or message me. Believe me, it's bothering me as much as it bothers you guys. Thanks.
Thursday, September 1, 2005
Bad week. Now I'm really pissed.
Like. What. The. Fuck. Sorry, I deserved to curse at least ONCE. I had a baaad week. For starters, my nice, long, post went POOF before I could scream. What the hell. First of all that ginormous headache, now this. Bah. ANYWAY, since this stupid friendster seems to have a grudge against me, I'll simplify it this time.
<First>
My oh-so-responsible English teacher just lost half the class's Essay books. Like HELLO I'm your AJK you should be asking ME to handle the effin books, as-*cough* smart one. Instead you, being soooo smart, ask a random 4W girl -wait, you're not even sure about that- to deliver the stupid books. Well, if she asks us to rewrite the essays. I'm leaving. The crappy school, that is. Or maybe I'll just refuse to do the work. Something like that.
<Second>
In KLCC on Merdeka Day, the place was incredibly jam-packed with people and I-like-to-block-your-way-while-I'm-taking-this-picture tourists. So in Kinokuniya, while I was examining a book I wanted, this IDIOT snuck up behind me, suddenly leaned in and gave my hair a huge sniff. IDIOT! That totally creeped me out, the least to say. Pervert much?? I'd so have killed him there and then he he weren't a bloody senior citizen. First Johnathan does it, well a 7 year old sniffing my hair is kinda cute, but a 60 something year old grandpa covered in wrinkles? EXCUSE ME BUT EWWWW! What? Does my hair smell nice or something? Why don't you get your own washed then? You can smell it 24/7 for all I care. Oh wait, grandpa doesn't HAVE ANY. Bah.
<Third>
My guitar teacher's cologne made me gag throughout class, and made me sleepy. Now my nose itches. Enough said.
<Fourth>
Exam results came back today.
Sejarah: 53% Terrible, but didn't fail.
KH: 68.333% One stupid question short of that B.
Geography: 80% Miserable, but considering I didn't really study...
English: I got this personally from teacher, 40/40 for my objective paper. One good thing today. -gloat- nyehnyeh. My uberly good results Pwn j00. Bad, that was cheesy. Moving on.
<Fifth>
That stupid razor cut. Who in the whole wide world leaves a razor in plain sight, in the dining room no less. Ok, not so much in plain sight, since I managed to cut my finger, after all. Now I have a purty, purdy scab to pick. o_o They look like fish gills FYI. -insane laughter-
<Lastly>
My headache is still here. And Green Day's Brain Stew REALLY isn't helping.
----------Brain Stew----------
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense is dulled
Passed the point of delirium
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room On my own... here we go
----------End of post----------
Yay! It didn't get deleted!
<First>
My oh-so-responsible English teacher just lost half the class's Essay books. Like HELLO I'm your AJK you should be asking ME to handle the effin books, as-*cough* smart one. Instead you, being soooo smart, ask a random 4W girl -wait, you're not even sure about that- to deliver the stupid books. Well, if she asks us to rewrite the essays. I'm leaving. The crappy school, that is. Or maybe I'll just refuse to do the work. Something like that.
<Second>
In KLCC on Merdeka Day, the place was incredibly jam-packed with people and I-like-to-block-your-way-while-I'm-taking-this-picture tourists. So in Kinokuniya, while I was examining a book I wanted, this IDIOT snuck up behind me, suddenly leaned in and gave my hair a huge sniff. IDIOT! That totally creeped me out, the least to say. Pervert much?? I'd so have killed him there and then he he weren't a bloody senior citizen. First Johnathan does it, well a 7 year old sniffing my hair is kinda cute, but a 60 something year old grandpa covered in wrinkles? EXCUSE ME BUT EWWWW! What? Does my hair smell nice or something? Why don't you get your own washed then? You can smell it 24/7 for all I care. Oh wait, grandpa doesn't HAVE ANY. Bah.
<Third>
My guitar teacher's cologne made me gag throughout class, and made me sleepy. Now my nose itches. Enough said.
<Fourth>
Exam results came back today.
Sejarah: 53% Terrible, but didn't fail.
KH: 68.333% One stupid question short of that B.
Geography: 80% Miserable, but considering I didn't really study...
English: I got this personally from teacher, 40/40 for my objective paper. One good thing today. -gloat- nyehnyeh. My uberly good results Pwn j00. Bad, that was cheesy. Moving on.
<Fifth>
That stupid razor cut. Who in the whole wide world leaves a razor in plain sight, in the dining room no less. Ok, not so much in plain sight, since I managed to cut my finger, after all. Now I have a purty, purdy scab to pick. o_o They look like fish gills FYI. -insane laughter-
<Lastly>
My headache is still here. And Green Day's Brain Stew REALLY isn't helping.
----------Brain Stew----------
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own... here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense is dulled
Passed the point of delirium
On my own... here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room On my own... here we go
----------End of post----------
Yay! It didn't get deleted!
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