Mifdhal doesn't want to talk to me so he told me to blog. psh, with friends like that who needs friends? hahahaha.
ooooh, sebentar ya, my instant lasagne is readaaaaayyyyyyyyy!
my apologies for that one malay word. im sitting for a mother tongue mock exam tomorrow morning, and i am neither mentally nor physically prepared. i was only told about it a week before, and knowing humans, especially myself, WHO DOESNT PROCRASTINATE? right? i am, after all, the number one procrastinator. -____-
anyway. it is confirmed that the best invention by mankind is no doubt the Malay-English English-Malay dictionary. most of the time i have no bloody clue what a five-letter word even means. let alone those 8-10-letter ones which have unnecessary imbuhans and whatnot. you know what i mean. you know better than me. everyone does )=
i seem to have lost my flair in blogging. what do i normally talk about? oh yes, myself. well thats stale. hahahaha. i showed my tutor the latest english essay that i wrote and underservingly scored 25 out of 30. she claimed that in my essay, i sounded exactly like how i sound in my blog. spooky. -___-
and my mom said she thinks this is good because she thinks my blog is engaging so she thinks my essays will engage the marker from Cambridge and she thinks im better than i think i am. i am good at that, i am good at putting myself down. thats what i do 80% of the day.
but i think writing like how i do in my blog is dangerous. i am out of point most of the time and thats fatal. the problem is i get excited a little too easily. excited, and turned on my the beauty of English language. =D
okay, back to malay mock exam. -___- i think im screwed. i am so full of pessimism, i feel i ought to be jailed or something.
yes, thats right. put me in jail. and let me out on Wednesday, 7pm, when the band camp has ended. Jasmine can play 1st trumpet alone. i know she can.
i admire Juliet Simms. ^.^
so anyway the other day i was walking out of Westmall and i saw two birds feasting on a lizard and i was overjoyed. one lizard down, 58782584639843697 more to go!!!!! *dances*
oh yes i think the second best invention by makind is ... jelly. jelly makes me happy when skies are grey. just so you know, lately i keep buying a cup of grape jelly every day. nata de coco included! you should try it! they give me sensationsssssss
i am such a loser, i clocked 17 minutes, 2.4km. for those of you who dont know, thats a grade D, so i'll probably be getting no higher than silver for my NAPFA (?). i have no stamina whatsoever and as i mentioned, my brain is dominated by a pessimistic conscience that constantly screams "YOU CANT DO ITTTTTTTT"
tell me whats the point of living?!?!?! -_____- hahaha ok im bored ah seriously.
and blogging is a form of procrastination, i suppose. mom lets me use blogging as an excuse to not do homework. or DELAY the completing of homework. God knows why. mothers are very strange beings. i think she thinks blogging is good for me. it is, it is! it keeps me sane. (more of the opposite, actually)
anyway. lunch with Shari, Mifdhal and Fat'hil was good yesterday. i watched the C division soccer boys have a match at Hong Kah, and they got into the semi-finals (?) of the Nike Cup, i think. anyway, Shari, Mifdhal and Fat'hil are good company. theyre one of the few who hasnt changed for the worst over the years. (: ah, well.
so yeah i knocked out the moment i reached home last night, at around ten or something. i still had my band tee on, and my school skirt and my socks and everything else. i just threw my bag aside and the moment the cornified layer of my skin made contact with the bed, i just lost conscious. chey. seriously.
see, i was at Freaks of Adroit's gig last night. they never let me down. (=
they have this habit of acting all geeky and inferior before they go up to play but in the end, they impress everyone with their performance. i think i'll try that one day. IF i ever have a gig. we'll see. HAH
and eh omg i finally got to meet up with Ykid. and it was in school. -__- hahahaha but still, it was nice.
i barely have anything to blog about actually. you wouldnt want to know anything about my lifstyle. you'll get bored to tears.
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i spent Friday night walking around the neighbourhood, expecting to get a taste of the pretty night underneath the twilight. i was disappointed by the abundant number of moonlit buildings standing proud and tall in every corner, blocking anything to do with the vast sky; my favourite part of nature. and i realized that Singapore IS truly a concrete jungle. ...and the thought of it makes me want to cry.
im sick of buildings and machines and brands and malls and people and everything.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning While my guitar gently weeps With every mistake we must surely be learning Still my guitar gently weeps
Be nice, or go away.
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