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!