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I owe it to these asses that I had a fucking good holiday!
Okay enough with the swearing. Back to moody monday.
The second thing is, I'm going to resume my cheena tution from next thursday onwards.
This is happening because of my uncertainty to retake my cheena exam after today's release of result. Which just so happened that I got a freaking B3.
Not that bad. I remembered telling my tution teacher that so long as I've gotten a B3, I would be happy & won't consider retaking it a second time. & now I'm asking her to help start give me tution again because I want to retake. So humiliating.
On a surprising note, people like angela & zhihao actually scored distinctions. & fathimah scored a B3. She should has the potential to score better.
When we were having our emaths ASAP, I kinda.. made her cry because of what I said, that I had done better, but still can do better. & that same goes for her.
So she started crying suddenly. & It felt real bad inside when she told me that she is crying for a second time.
& we were having migranes from the aftershock, that we didn't bothered to do the paper PMS Lee gave us to do.
Okay let's not talk about this anymore.
I'm searching for a suitable music hosting site. But seemed like every single one either requires to pay or create a member. Which would be ignored because I'm forever lazy to start a new membership for the sake of hosting a song.
So I'm just going to find those cheapskate sites where you can't download off & somebody else already did the honour of uploading the song for you.
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Click Five's new single. Okay maybe not new. They already released it quite a while but I'm only listening to it now.
I'm not hating it. Otherwise makes no sense that I wanna plagurise & still post their songs right. The new lead singer not bad lah. But I think the nicest songs in that new album, Modern Minds & Pasttimes. is probably only this & I'm getting over you. Okay all the click five fans will have their rights to prove me wrong.
The Click Five - Jenny.
She calls me baby,
Then she wont call me.
Says she adores me,
And then ignores me.
(Jenny, What's the problem?)
She keeps her distance,
and sits on fences.
Puts up resistance,
And builds defenses.
(Jenny, Whats the problem?)
You keep me hanging on the line,
everytime you change your mind.
She needs her own space,
She's playing mind games.
Ends up at my place,
Saying that she's changed.
(Jenny, what's the problem?)
I'm trying to read between the lines,
you got me going out of my mind.
First you say you wont, then you say you will.
You keep me hanging on, but we're not moving on.
We're standing still, Jenny,
You've got me on my knees,
Jenny, It's killing me.
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Angela's probably like jenny. -sighs. Maybe I should introduce this song to her since she favors The Click Five.
Enough of digressing.
I'm probably going to go whine somemore before I start my revision. Seriously I hope the world would stop spinning right now, so that I can complete whatever that's left uncompleted before it start spinning again.
& that people would be wondering.
"EH WHY YOU SUDDENLY DO SO FAST. Yesterday I thought you only do until here?" looking stunned & pointing at the 1st page of the geography notes.
"no lah. You must be dreaming. Prelims so freaking near liao leh. So near that people are all turning into babies because they lost their space leh. You think I won't kiasu meh." I spoke like a philosopher.
He sighed & shook his head as if I've spoken a taboo.
"Please lah. People like you only want to retake your cheena exam because you got a freaking B3. Somemore not satisfied. Don't tell me about nearing prelims lahh... You also surely never prepare one what... Eh... What you doing with that knife you're holding... Eh don't come any closer leh. Oh shit."
So I should stop procrastinating now & start revision. Somemore I've wasted 30 minutes of my time doing this stupid entry. Fuck next time I'm going to be a time traveller & come back to this time to stop myself. Prelims so near liao still can blog. Wdf.
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