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so i didn't go GAGA over the first paper but i certainly did for the second one. argh. the second paper was crap larhz. but i guess i'll pass it good. at least azzimah has confirmed that cabang is the same as cawang and that my sentence is correct and stuff. so far, ONE mistake. that stupid peribahasa mistake. but i guess the rest is quite alright. the open-ended comprehension story was crap about don't know what train larh bla bla bla. paper 1 was wonderful.. :D:D:D:D i'm confident on my formal letter, just unsure about the format cos i'm so clever i forgot to study the damn thang and used the english formal-letter format instead. the for the free-flow writing i wrote the one about failure. so i have gone through alot, might as well write about it, right? kk. pray for me. next hurdle: amaths retest.
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kk.. there is about aproximately 43 minutes left before i go gaga staring the malay paper in the exam hall with a pen that is almost out of ink. heh. and i am not feeling a damn thing. except numb ears. heh. must make a point to list out the contents for my essay-writing later on, lest i forgot what i am to write about like eunice the other day. and then i must make a point to come home, set my handphone alarm to wake me up from my nap if i happen to sleep whilst reading the dictionary. and urm, cut my hair at 12.30. and then i'd drag my feet to school by 1.30 (an hour enough for mane-losing-time?) and read some more dictionary and go gaga againz. argh. honestly, i have no idea which paper comes first. yikes. so imma update this later.
**damn i hate the weird timings!
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heh. that was exactly what i did even though i do not know if mommy or daddy would skin me alive, and slaughter me and feed me to the monkeys.. kay, this may sound loser-ic but i did have my ears pierced until just now. okay. soz laugh now and then shut up. but personally, ear piercing is NOTHING compared to those injections i got when i was admitted at that kk hospital. ear piercing is just like that ant bite i got from macritchie the other time where as those injections are like 7.89035 times pain-er than that stupid ant bite. heh. i miss those hospital days. hospitalised=get money + its free cos my dad's company has insurance. :D heh. and i get ALL the attention i want. today is very unproductive. hanged around with yaya at her place and stuff and then passed kak shikin one of the peribahasa lists that i have cos she has malay a levels tomorrow.. and then she bought me a pair of ankle socks.. love u! and i took the nel home and saw elaine (yeah tt drum major from my school guys. dun ask me for her number cos i do NOT know her) and her boyfriend at the void deck and mind-ed my own business and yada yada yada.. heh. i am so totally outta words at the moment so please excuse me.
i just finished reading the book and i absolutely, totally, whole-heartedly, urm.. __________-ly love the book (fill in the blanks urself.) its by urm, lazy to take the book but yeah the title is tuesdays with morrie. its about an old man, a young boy and life's greatest lesson. well, at least now i know that i have to learn how to die to learn how to live. its really meaningful.. well to some of us who are actually off life's correct paths and are completely clueless about our purpose of living, read this after reading the whole translation of the Quran.. and then bash yourself up for being an idiot for not being able to understand the Quran translation. there's this quote from the book that imma put under the quote thang awlright..
it really was bullshit, the whole course.. mr yeo stood/sat behind our table (consisting of sexylaydee, gumball, chauszen, olive and me) and kept critisizing every single shit that cheryl "talk" kept talking about. heh. and we kept laughing laughing until that cheryl lady got irritated and the whole class kept quiet until we settled down. heh. the funniest part of the course is during dinner time.. (and heh, me and hayati had to watch lin shan and mr yeo and the rest of the class who are not fasting) see, we were first served bread with butter and stuff.. and mr yeo had his share... and hayati's share.. and MY share.. heh. and he just used all the butter and buttered the whole slice of bread and stuffed the whole damn thang in his mouth. sick. cheryl talk kept coming to our table and that made mr yeo freak out and stuff. and then it was salad time and mr yeo only ate the walnuts, the urm, throw up in the air and catch in your mouth way.. by then he said some stuff and me and linshan and yati couldn't stop laughing already. and then came the mushroom soup which had a rich aroma. heh. and mr yeo didn't take his soup cos he's "carnivorous".. lin shan couldn't finish her chicken chop but before that...
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U.G.L.Y-->u gotta love yourself. i have that mindset in life, so people, if you detest my ego-loving self, go away already! heh. k, soz now i am left with that level amaths retest and olevel malay which happens on the same day. *loosens collar and gulps the way cartoons do*. gotta practice amaths every single day for a minimum of an hour for each session. heh. semangat.. geez. suddenly the kemelayuan in me starts to build up these days cos daddy won't lemme live one day without reading the papers. sometimes i end up staring at the obituaries and get myself amazed on how long or short each person lived and guessed their profession and stuff. heh. at least i "read" the papers. bleahz. my higher malay marks are going down and daddy certainly do not like it cos he's a malay journalist and his children are supposed to speak good malay and stuff. but its not my fault i am immune to speaking and writing the language well. it just happens that my psle malay paper was easy. heh. gosh and i am not even totally malay, i'm probably excused from, urm, being immuned to the language and stuff. goodness, some classmates of mine would like look at me in disgust when i told them i don't know some customs and traditions and when i told them about my chinese or arab or indonesian roots, they would go like,"alamak, never say earlier, we wouldn't suan you.." heh. one word: WHATEVER!!! i am sooo jealous of sunny and pei fen.. i mean geez they are soo in love with each other.. :D:D n they are planning to get married in 2 yrs time, by which sanie would have finished his ns and his c.c.(cybercafe) business would be flourishing like mad. heh. and pei fen's already going for islam-convert classes and stuff.. heh. and now we are discussing her name... =b some people are just so lucky to find the right people to trust their hearts with and thus beleive that love isn't an illusion but something real.. as for me, i still have got a lot to discover. heh. i really wanna bake that chocolate cheesecake for mir today but then tt stupid maid of mine lost my bakery book and i cannot find the recipe and over the web, they all use wine. yahoo looks funnier today. i think the owner revamped the web or its just my eye going all gooey cos of lack of sleep or sth. heh. i found it!! diabetic choc cheesecake. tt way i can eat it without feeling guilty. heh. who says an art student can't try her luck in bakery? maybe imma take some pix of the production of my lovely cuisine. heh. but first stop: getting ingredients. so urm, tahz?
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