DO OR DIE.

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NO I CANT FUCKING DO IT ! ! ! !
i should jst run out to the road right now and be fucking hit.

SCREAMS.

ok chill, tze. relax, its jst a stupid fuck of an exam anyway.
[mumbles incoherently to self. ]


POST TERMINATED. USER IS NOT IN THE RIGHT MENTAL STATE AT THE MOMENT. WILL BE IN SHAPE TOMORROW. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE.

[ insert random meaningful snippet here ]


its incredulously unbelieveable.


we re alr sliding down the tail end of may,
and to hop on to june in the flicker of an mascara-ed eye.


& i'll be kicking ass with the seven nuts at this time, a day after.
Great Balls Of Fire, Goodness Gracious Me !
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Classification of the "mother tongue mugging masses"


there will always be three primary categories of people.


1. those who can be seen clutching the chinese handbook wherever she/he goes. Be it sleeping, eating, playing, usage of utilary facilities, so on & so forth. This decievingly studious image they portray is jst to flaunt at you that " HELLO, IM STUDYING AND YOU RE NOT LEHHHH. NEH NEH NEH POO POO. IM GOING TO SCORE AND YOU RE GOING TO FLUNK"
or maybe,
they re jst plain ol hardworking people.(:


2. those who have no idea that there's the exams next monday. in fact, i doubt they comphrehend the meaning of exams. " huh? what exam? got mehhh? " and then resumed bonding thier head to the tables.
or maybe,
they re jst a bit of a feather brain. (:


3. those are the ones we love to hate, people whom our envy flock towards like bees to honey.
"chinese O levels? aiyaaaa, never mind one laaa. no need to study one. fail jiu fail lorrrr ! " AND cram like frigging crazy at home, producing stupendous results, but portrays an exceedingly humble demeanor, "aiya, tyko de. " letting their A1/2 jst take over the job of blatantly mocking at our stupidity.


yes, its a cruel world out there, kids. we all belong to some type here or another. we might jst be able to decieve others, tricking them into thinking we re either tremendously hardworking or horribly lazy, but the grades dont lie. whether its a A1 or a F9, your heart knows the best. (:


but all in all, there are some people who are sincere in getting a decent grade.



kudos to carolyn, for mugging so hard for the upcoming devil. im really impressed by her dedication. now why cant i be jst like her and everything will be fine & dandy. hurrrr.
(:



MUG HARD, GUYS!

shape up or ship out.

slashes here&there, slashes everywhere.
no, im not talking suicide, im talking CHINESE.
pffffft, humbug.

i ve jst finished cramming all the shapes&sizes of different chinese characters into my toosmall mind, locking the door & swallowing the key. GULP.

yes, you re SO SO SO fucking bored, because everyone is going on and on perpetually about the mother tongue Os. and you feel like an old hag of a teacher who is marking the SAME OLD ESSAYS ABOUT THE SAME OLD THING for about forty times.

boohoo for you, maybe you should off the monintor and study for your OS too. (:
and if you dont have Os to mug for, i suggest you jst go shoot yourself in the ass before i do.

im ting-a-ling with anticipation for the 30th. Im so going to have the time of my life with the darling 7s. im missing them like fuck. (((:

the vocab aint all that ostentious today. my brain juice ran dryyyyyyy.

toodles.

struck speechless.

dislike&prejudice is handed out like fucking free flyers recently.

lets be realistic here.

I love twoeight. Lord knows how much i treasure them, i love them like nutfucks. But the reel of life dont pause till the credits roll. I cant always keep hanging my heart on the sleeve of my former FANTASTIC class. Reminiscing about the past& drown in my wistfulness, it just isnt done. One has to move on, not idle at a chronicle of your life that has been alr dusted over with a new year, new bonds&new great friendships.

No, im not saying i frigging love the sixers so much more then the 2/8s. No, thats beside the point. Granted, the sixers are a breathe of fresh rejuvenating air. I made so many great friends there. Life doesnt revolve around 28 only. Look, pricilla is a one of the greatest friend i ve ever known. Do you think i would have been friends with her if i dwell&mope about the past? How bout michelle, shahril(s), qz, waiming, yvonne & so much more ? They are bleeding terrific people, beautiful individuals who made my life so much brighter& so much more meaningful ?


Yes,years of being a twoeight-ian is one of the most significant memory in my life. Friendships made there can never and will never be replaced. They are locked in a treasure box tucked away at a special place in my heart, taken out, to savour the beautiful memories . memories are good, but not when you re over-obsessed with it.


Encapsulated in your memories, you can never face the present now.


I love my two classes dearly. I can only praise the Lord for blessing my secondary years with two fantastic class.

i ve been feeling so restless&irritable of late. minorities or majories has been getting on my frazzled nerves.

shit.
coherrent, no?

this sounds so pathetic.
but.

i feel that i have no friends to turn to.

help.


/wails


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/sighs.

i wont even bother pleading you all to tag. my pride&ego has suffered enough/

i'l make this quick.

dashing off an entry before i retire.
for the first time in a pathetically long time, i finally hit town. (:

sad, aint it.

yes i know. but its been so long had i inhaled the heavy smoke ladden air at the heart of the city, to feel the adrenaline of shopping coursing through, clearing through the haze of bio, chem&maths like a hot knife cutting through butter.

YES! IT FEELS SO GOOD I TELL YOU.

i know, im beyond help.
so screw me.
((:

the emotion carousel took me up for a ride.

i ran past anger, swept through depression, flit around happy&delirious , hover around wistfulness, and land my big behind on bitchfits.

sometimes, i fear my poor overworked heart might suffer from cardiac arrest. raw feelings brashing through& charging past, wear&tear is starting to take its toll.

i caught xXx2 : The Next Level. and i often ponder at the utter wonderous inpossibilty of the tasks they perform. In reality, you will without a doubt, crash boom & die. not crash boom & ALAS! IM ALIVE! but all in very all, its the movies after all, escape&dream., and always come true.

why is it in flicks, will the girls always get the boy they want? so conveniently, that there will be mutual liking. so very conveniently, no matter how much of a dweeb/nerd you re, the bitch girl will end up weeping while you smile&kiss with the boy of your dreams.

huh. reel certainly isnt u.g.l.y reality.

how many times did we get what what/who we really want? how many times, do we often savour the change to prance on cloud 9, laughing at the world? how many times, does things turn out right for us?

the sad fact is, i can count the happenings on one hand.

the bright strobe light of reality often snap us out of the misty fog of our dreamy reviriere, cutting through the haze of illusions with a sharp statacco of realism., aka the real world.

enough of the depressions.

15th june, 16th june, 17th june

we shall be having our 1st class chalet in june. i'm ting-aling with anticipation. yummmm. i never thought the day would come that i would utter this, but it makes me so happy to know.

i love my 4/6. they rawk my boat.

its even nicer to know im not the only one agreeing. :D

its time for a change.

i feel rejuvenated.
(:


I PROMISE TO WRITE MORE ENTRIES IF YOU GUYS TAG MORE!
;D

toodles.