Hah early in the morning I felt awfully ill, probably the fact that if I failed my BM I would be "unsuccessful" in life. To be honest after that paper I'm relieved. Like super duper relieved. I don't even care if I fail now because I'm done with it and all I could do is pray for mother nature to flood the exams center (: Haha, oh yeaaah.

BM: My heart was beating so hard and my face was red, it was terrible. But I strifed anyways. I gave it my best, let's just hope its good enough. I finished all the questions, regardless of wrong or right. Maybe the examiner would feel 'generous' or 'inspired' by my teen spirit? Haha. That'll be the day. Oh and strangely I have a dream of four peribahasa(s) two nights before and two of them came out! No joke! I told everyone the morning before the exams! Definitely strange ..

BI: I'm really happy for my BI exams. It was great, the questions was stupid, just the way I like it. I was going through the questions and I saw this question about how you want your future husbands and wives to be like, and I went "What the heck?", only some desparato will do this question, ( Haha, except Pauline lah who did it ). I choose "And now I know the true value of a friend" or something along these lines. I wrote about three pages, and it is good to note my writing is extremely small and the paper was wide so it should make up 4 and a half pages. I wrote about an imaginary childhood friend, I lied, haha. His personality is based on all of my four besties ( Mel, Andrew, Sharine & Kalai ) although its quite hard to manifest his emotions, I succeeded and I'm quite proud to say that the character actually appears to be alive and "human".

Sejarah No comment. If any of you see Pn. Jaya with a scythe on the day we get our results, inform me - ASAP.

Maths Who said all chinese were good at maths?

Hope you all pray for my moral, chemistry and biology (:

Labels: Bad day

He sat alone in the dark room.
He stood up, wiped the tears, cleared his voice.
"Should I die?" He yelled.
His voice echoed throughout the room.

Fear approached.
"Yes. For the fear of dying painfully and meaninglessly."
And returned back into the shadows.

Rasionality approached.
"No. For the rasionality of the human mind and society."
And returned back into the shadows.

Sorrow approached.
"Yes. For every second you spend on Earth only makes more sorrow."
And returned back into the shadows.

Vengeance approached.
"No. Not without taking down your enemies with vengeance before your grave." And returned back into the shadows.

Pain approached.
"Yes. For I am too strained with pain."
And returned back into the shadows.

Memories approached.
"No. The delicate weavings of memories have tied you to Earth."
And returned back into the shadows.

The boy fell down to the floor.
Crying again.

Suddenly.
He felt a hand on his shoulders.
But theres no one there in the pitch darkness.
Out of curiousity and undecisiveness,
he waited, and waited, and stood his ground,
against all of his emotions who tormented him,
with suggestions.

He noticed.
The more he stood through the pain,
Staying patient, standing in the rain,
Being strong, and the emotions that he coped,
The brighter the light glowed,
named - hope.

Random stanza I wrote while bored. Explores the human mind (: The human mind is like a dark room, where emotions are personified. They give their own suggestions to you, but NEVER take them. Only listen to hope, which is the shy and timid emotion that appears rarely. Only appears if you rebulked all of the other emotions, and only appears if you give it the chance to.
Stand your ground.

Today while searching around google for relative universities and other stuff you probably wouldn't want to know, I saw this blue plastic box of candy on my dad's desk. After saying a quick, "Mom, can I have this?," she being the ignorant newspaper reading parent just nodded her head and said "Yeah yeah whatever, can't you see I'm reading Star two? Go away" ... =.=

So I took the candy. Chyeah. And ate 7 balls of white minty candeeeeh. Ohyeah. Tastes yum. Infact, it tastes so yum that I swallowed every single one of it. And after Louis sent me a SMS saying how good of a friend I am with a poem ( That he probably didn't write, but it was still sweet =D ), I took the box, and oh my freaking prada-wearing gawd. It said, "full fresh mentos chewing GUM".

DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD: So as the myth goes, the gum would stick in my stomach for seven years. Oh the joy we'll have together, gum. We'll go through National service together, we'll get into college, possibly get my first driving license and marry someone while you peeve through my belly button. I think I'll name you Lenny the piece of undigested gum.