Meet the parents session. Kentut la dey. All fcuked up.

Met Faizal at door A-waiting for Izzat to finish. After some waiting, he came out, I waited some more.

Truth to be told, me and moi parents waited fifteen minutes before Mdm Tan came out and called me in. Didn't realise that I was to meet her. Anyways. The results. As I said in the previous post, they were satisfactory at best. Now now, nothing too extravagant. Cruelly, I didn't make it for A.Maths; in other words, a strong fail (an oxymoron!). Shoot. Miss Yong's really cruel. Physics. Hur. Don't even talk about it. Just barely made it. Expect some rantings from Mr. Azam next year.

More pregnant silence as Mdm Tan and moi parents think of something to speak. One way or the other, they suddenly landed on english- talking about my *ehem* strong and *ehem* good composition. :) Then came the first and, thankfully, the last, complaint. I AM TALKATIVE. VERY VOCAL. Merci Beaucoup! Aha, nothing deadpan serious.

Then moi parents went to meet Miss Yong. By the way, HOLLA MISS YONG! Thanks for reading moi blog! OK. Nothing bad- pas mal. Think she was quite taken by surprise when moi parents wanted to meet her. Same things that Mdm Tan said, added with the talkatve complaint.

All in all, this year wasn't a waste. Not an annus mirabilis either.

Did some light shopping today. Like, FINALLY! Hee~ there's so many things to buy- Billabong tees are niceeeeeeeeee. Gimme!

I'd like to stay in a hospital.

God forbid, nothing bad I suppose. Why this queer statement? I'd just been to l'hopital yesterday, and lo and behold- it might be a hotel for the sick! So many shops and nice views! Now seriously.

Anyways. I'd didn't realise Delifrance had FRAPPEs. Bought one yesterday- and it tasted bland. I miss my starbucks.

ok. This will be a long post.

SELAMAT HARI RAYA HUMANS! A bit too late, methinks. But who cares right? It's still Syawal anyway. Hari Raya morning-got myself cut with the cursed razor. Or maybe it was me. I dunno. It was really a big cut-everyone thought otherwise. Anyways. Was at the mosque early morning, when sounds of the takbir serenaded the air. Made me feel on the verge of tears, this year. I dunno why. Usually I'd go along with the flow. Methinks it's the hormones. Anyway-the simplicity of it made me reflect on those who are gone and have passed on. The day was tiring as usual- more "emotionally" tired rather than physically tired. Playing with the toddlers- they ripped me of my emotions after that, man. I couldn't laugh as hard and my mouth muscles were tensed up. The major letdown of the day- SCHOOL CONTINUED!

As 'O's are next year, the school had decided that it won't let us relax and called us back for two weeks. TWO motherf*ing weeks! I mean like, we're so not in the mood. Results were, shall we say, satisfying. All that I had predicted came true. As per usual, the class got hojible results. Tai Chuen, suprisingly, FAILED CME!

And I tell you, the school is becoming more ridiculous by the minute. First they inverted the rankings- so that 3e1 becomes 4e5. Then they decided that the sec 4s stay on the third level! I mean like what the hell is wrong with them? Is there like something wrong in their minds that made them like this? And who in their ruddy right minds put Jeremy's gang together as one?! Are they CRAZY? It's so f*king ridiculous! Why, oh why, must they do this to us?! Mr.P must have some loose screw. Everyone bring the screwdriver tomorrow. Then we'll screw them up in the right place.

Anyhows. I got a FREEEEEEEEE GOLDEN VILLAGE VOUCHER! BE JEALOUS!

2 more days to Raye! I think. I'm very bad at counting days.

Anyhows. This Raye nothing extravagant. Dad's having some serious andropause. I wonder, are old men that petty? I mean, do they go away to one corner?

Our class has been split into two. Like, whatever. I mean, like, what's the point of going machiavellian on us? I don't care lah! I don't want your friendship, if that's what you're trying to gather. Proving your innocence with doe eyes and sweet tones. OOOO. I'll wait for the day karma catches up. Only then..

i'll post the some pictures here in the mean time. I can't be waiting forever in front of the computer-well, at least not now.

last day of school. kinda.

lots of uh-hair-raising, tear jerking, manic momments today.

how the hell do you post pictures online?????

I W A N N A G O B A C K T O S C H O O L. D E A D B O R E D A T H O M E.

Just when I thought I had gone so sick with Matrices and f-*/--*--/-* surds, IT'S OVER!

YES PEOPLE!!! IT'S OVER!!!

What the heck. Today's paper was complete crap. The surds question was a real killer. I almost cried blood-it's freaking irritating! I LOVE LOVE LOVE quadratic equations-the most easiest in A Maths!

Another killer paper- Geography. Thousands, no, MYRIADS, no, MILLIONS AND GAJILLIONS of points to cram inside the cerebrum. What the hell- seriously, I fell asleep halfway and got pissed at myself for not staying awake. Why must the manufacturing WORTH HALF THE PAPER?! I HATEEEEE THISSS!

Chem was a breeze. Not beng debonair or anything, but seriously, it was a breeze. 'Twas really tricky though.

Physics was really downright silly. Azam might as well give us the TYS and make us do from it. why? He copied word-for-word! Might as well say that the setter was SAP Publishings.

Anyway. Back to today's paper. Really ain't confident on this paper- was cursing and hexing on the surds questions like the answers were going to suddenly materialise in front of me. Goddamn it! The surds questions were really hard! Curse the person who founded surds! CURSES!!!!!!

Enoudh bitching. Ever been assaulted by these ah peks in nothing but boxers? I've been assaulted everyday! Everday, these ah peks would weat nothing in their houses but BOXERS! Honestly, I know the weather's hot and all, but can't you wear something decent??? Haha.