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still alive.
 Monday, December 19, 2011 @ 10:05 PM |
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HIHIHIHIHIHI MY PHONE IS DYING HARHARHAR. my bangs are getting long cause they were never short. is it just me or everybody thinks i look like moron with bangs? i like going back to Malaysia cause the "ah beng" there like cannot make it one. i'd say they're not picky like city kids. by city kids i mean you. they're not as materialistic. cause seriously my kampong, i regret to say this but i never thought it was a kampong cause it's not that underdeveloped, is so small you can walk from one end to another in like under an hour. but it's nice i like going back.
so my phone was playing dead and refused to switch on. i think it'll die and i'll change my phone soon yay. no i'm not getting an iphone cause everyone doing the "IPHONE OR SAMSUNG S2 HOW NOW BROWN COW?!" thing. so let's not take sides and go with the other fruit. if they have something new. so my phone ws playing dead and i thought i still had my spare phone. turns out it's flat. fml -.-
i was so scared for the n level results release. no i don't take n level. but like once they take theirs it's like about time to take o level results. which is frightening beyond words. it determines your life from this point forth. tell me how not to be scared shitless. so i was making up like the o level results day scenario, me in bangs and uniform for the last time, holding my phone, with nothing else except my bus card and maybe a 10dollar bill in my front pocket, sitting restlessly in the hall as if i were on death row.
so it's my turn and i walk to my teacher. and he might say "nice hair." and i might stare at him looking scared like @#$%^&*&$#@$%^&(*&^%$# , not even bothered to roll my eyes at the sarcastic hair remark. and then, i don't know how it works but i'll assume they hand you your results and all that thing and then you just refuse to open up the thing, and stare at your teacher, waiting for the "CONGRATULATIONS YOU SCORED SINGLE DIGIT!!!!" moment to come. but you just sit there, hoping he doesn't go "what happened huh?" which, in teacher-giving-you-results language, means "you did worse than usual. like not a bit worse, but unexpectedly bad."
you'll know you're in deep shit.
and then you start to waterfall.
ok i'm tired bye.
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hi nice to meet you. now go read some posts.
GPOY.
Here are some pictures from graduation night ;D
the rest are on facebook okaybye.
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still alive.
Monday, December 19, 2011 @ 10:05 PM |
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HIHIHIHIHIHI MY PHONE IS DYING HARHARHAR. my bangs are getting long cause they were never short. is it just me or everybody thinks i look like moron with bangs? i like going back to Malaysia cause the "ah beng" there like cannot make it one. i'd say they're not picky like city kids. by city kids i mean you. they're not as materialistic. cause seriously my kampong, i regret to say this but i never thought it was a kampong cause it's not that underdeveloped, is so small you can walk from one end to another in like under an hour. but it's nice i like going back.
so my phone was playing dead and refused to switch on. i think it'll die and i'll change my phone soon yay. no i'm not getting an iphone cause everyone doing the "IPHONE OR SAMSUNG S2 HOW NOW BROWN COW?!" thing. so let's not take sides and go with the other fruit. if they have something new. so my phone ws playing dead and i thought i still had my spare phone. turns out it's flat. fml -.-
i was so scared for the n level results release. no i don't take n level. but like once they take theirs it's like about time to take o level results. which is frightening beyond words. it determines your life from this point forth. tell me how not to be scared shitless. so i was making up like the o level results day scenario, me in bangs and uniform for the last time, holding my phone, with nothing else except my bus card and maybe a 10dollar bill in my front pocket, sitting restlessly in the hall as if i were on death row.
so it's my turn and i walk to my teacher. and he might say "nice hair." and i might stare at him looking scared like @#$%^&*&$#@$%^&(*&^%$# , not even bothered to roll my eyes at the sarcastic hair remark. and then, i don't know how it works but i'll assume they hand you your results and all that thing and then you just refuse to open up the thing, and stare at your teacher, waiting for the "CONGRATULATIONS YOU SCORED SINGLE DIGIT!!!!" moment to come. but you just sit there, hoping he doesn't go "what happened huh?" which, in teacher-giving-you-results language, means "you did worse than usual. like not a bit worse, but unexpectedly bad."
you'll know you're in deep shit.
and then you start to waterfall.
ok i'm tired bye.
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