Calamitous; Disastrous; Catastrophic

Have nothing much to say for Spec...

... cos it was a DISASTER. How many synonyms of disaster are there? Lemme go check.

Ah, here they are:
act of God*, adversity, affliction, bad luck, bad news*, bale, bane, blight, blow, bust, calamity, casualty, cataclysm, catastrophe, collapse, collision, crash, debacle, defeat, depression, emergency, exigency, failure, fall, fell stroke, fiasco, flood, flop, grief, hard luck, harm, hazard, holocaust, hot water, ill luck, misadventure, mischance, misfortune, mishap, reverse, rock, rough, ruin, ruination, setback, slip, stroke, the worst, tragedy, undoing, upset, washout*, woe

LOL @ act of God. More like act of the people who set the questions.

What's with this year and ASS-LONG questions? Huh can someone tell me wtf? By the way there is some scientific explanation on why the sky is blue, so can anyone answer my question instead wtf?

With 45 pages (if my memory serves me right) a short novel could have been written on the whole freaking booklet already. Serious.

Nope I didn't finish the last question. Heck I only did maybe 2 and a half sub questions wtf. Over 10 marks flew out the window just like that. Yeah just like that.

By the time I reached Question 10 I was already like "wtf how come got so much more to go~~?" Section B also haven't started wtf. *shakes head* And complex number never fails to defeat me, as it's just too complex wtf (lame attempt for a pun).

History repeated itself hurhur. Econs had to use fugly writing, Spec also reverted to fugly writing in the end wtf.

But am feeling so numb.

So anyway, just like my post-exam bitching, another thing is also a sure occurrence after every exam paper.

My mum's interrogative SMSes LOLOLOL. Like seriously wei she can fit so many questions into an SMS, I dunno which question to answer first. And then also will have few scrolls worth of advice that she dishes out every exam. Very the professional one I tell you.

Sense It

So yesterday (more like after midnight wtf) when I was supposed to be burying my hands, feet, every inch of my body in Spec, I went and did my header instead. Le sigh. When will I ever learn?

Mind you it wasn't easy ok. All those pictures? All from One Republic's Apologize music video. God knows how long I spent print screening alone. That day I just watched and thought, 'hey this music video is quite the nice... aesthetically nice... maybe I should turn it into my header or something...' somewhere along the lines lah. Wtf how the hell did I know that I was gonna do it in the middle of my exam wtf. Sigh.

So anyway, that is not the main point of this post. While I was feverishly working on Paint wtf, a friend let me watch this. Watch it people.

LOL. And heck she was so damn confident. "Don't you mean 'Without You'?" Her blatant reply, "No." Surprising stuff, I might say. That one, Bulgaria also have their Bulgarian Idol wtf. That two, she went for the audition singing "tulibu dibu douchoo..." perhaps she did it on purpose in hopes of becoming the next female William Hung or something.

But anyway, that is still not the main point of this post. Patient a bit lah.. I'm getting there lah wtf. Today, while in the toilet wtf, I had the sudden urge to listen to Mariah Carey's own rendition of Without You.

Over here my eardrums vibrated.

Le sigh. Isn't it quite the bomb? At that time, she was all covered up. All she had was a voice, and her passion. (Not to mention she kinda looked like Alyssa Milano eh)

But why, oh why does she now resort to cleavage baring and sleazy music videos? Why?? Having a good voice ain't enough to pay the bills anymore? Must ones cleavage and thighs be bared to gain attention these days? Why Mariah? Why? What if I donch wanna touch your body? What then huh? Why can't you go back to the days when you looked like Alyssa Milano and just, SANG?

I concur that she's not all to blame, knowing the fact that if there's no demand, there won't be any supply. People, why must we force singers to bare it all and leave little to imagination when all we need is just to close our eyes, and listen. And let one of our five senses take us to a journey where good music takes us.

Major Sien-ness

WAH SIEN ARHHHH.. SIEN LIKE HAI LIKE THAT...

Every few minutes or so I'll start opening new tabs and go to blogs...

that I just went to a few minutes ago... Grr what patheticness!!!!! What a sad existence I have wtf...

I know that's one of the consequences of opening my laptop, but but.. I need to go online to check for them damn Spec Maths answers... wtf give excuse wtf. Really one lah trust me lah wei.

ARGH SIEN ARGHHHH~~~~

I can barely complete one set of past year trials yet I'm still not panicking wtf.

Tsk tsk tsk... someone slap me please.

I pergi mandi sekarang jugak.

Are you kidding me

Econs was a joke, I tell you. A total joke.

Part A. 3 questions. Part B. Choose 2 essays to write.

Easy peasy japaneasy right?

WRONG.

How bout 3 ASS-long questions, especially question number 2. And 2 ASS-long essays to write.

Granted the essay questions weren't as tough as past years', but still a LOT had to be written.

Till this day I still have no idea how could anyone manage to complete an ASS-long A20 Econs essay in 35 minutes. And I'll guess I'll never find out. Sad case really.

I know I'm gonna get like a C for the second essay I wrote. I hope I'll get a B for the first just for the fucking time and effort I put in, biatch. More than 40 minutes I think wtf. That's right, I spent 40 over mins on an essay that's probably gonna get a B wtf. Fail. The marker should be able to tell my desperado-ness in finishing those god damn essays as my writing just got hell alotta fuglier. And fuglier. Geez I hope they can read it. So gimme some sympathy marks please wtf. Heck, time was running so damn short that the whole situation was hilarious. I tried real hard to hold the laughter in wtf.

What a freakin joke. Hur hur. Perhaps I should have been training my hand instead of my memory for the paper... but I'll guess it's too late for that wtf.

By the way, why must the profile picture for someone who didn't upload any be the silhouette of a guy's head? Why cannot be girl meh? What kind of sexism is this wtf... Being jakun again wtf.

And wtf, I'm blogging more frequent than ever during exam period. The irony is not lost on me...

Urgh

Was in a major piss poor mood. Took me an hour plus to wake up just because I didn't even feel like waking up. Some major PMS shit. Even cried a little as all the pissed-offness were festering, waiting to burst out. MAHAI.

BUT, after replying anon's comment I've sorta calmed down a little. Wanted to go on a hulk rage over here but ended typing like this instead. Er, not using Caps Lock I mean. I wanted to go all "FUCK PMS! FUCK HORMONES! FUCK EXAMS! GAHHHHH!!!" but now maybe I'll just go "Urgh, fuck this shit." Ya get what I mean? WTF. K please do not insult your mind by actually trying to read that whole load of bullcrap.

So, I'm one of those type of people who absolutely cannot conceal their bad mood. Like totally cannot. If there's a black cloud hovering over my head, then sure as hell I'll be having attitude problems wtf. My whole face would be saying "Fuck off I couldn't care less bout your shit" stuff like that. And I'm sorry to those people around me who have to deal with that kind of attitude but sometimes, I just can't help myself. I know that at that time I'm being a bitch and all but I. Just. Can't. Seem. To. Control. This. Urge. To. Kill. Someone. Wtf. Er so that's just something about me wtf. Nothing else to continue already hur hur. Time to face the whole stack of papers again. KNNCCB.

Do I Sound Crazy? Do I HUH HUH HUH?!?!

Walao wei... why must 5 papers be spread over three freakin weeks ler? Why ler? Granted yeah we have more time to study hur hur but it's pointless what, if the extra time of studying doesn't amount to better results pun! Or the extra time is used to read blogs and blog wtf.

So the most dreaded paper is next, ie Econ. Whoever that thinks Econ is easy should study under my lecturer. Hah! I shall not elaborate wtf. Cos the experience of being her student is pretty indescribable wtf. Maybe the word 'scary' can sorta sum it up wtf. Btw I need some guidance for Econ essay wtf cos I totally suck at it sigh.

Some people will finish next week.. JEALOUS WEI. WTF la why do Accounting students have to suffer for one more week what did we do wrong wtf the fella who came up with the timetable was dumped by his / her other half that's an Accountant isit. Wtf I know that was pointless lah ok.

blablablablablablablablablablablablabla...

Mindfucked. Like, totally.

Another paper down, hence another day that is going to waste wtf. So here I am, wasting precious time while others are probably busting their asses, and reading this --> Blog Anak Mat Nor.

The 'Aku, Mat Nor dan Uma Thurman' post really cracked me up LOL. Too bad I can't really laugh out loud here lest I want my house mates to think that I've lost it wtf.

Kinda pointless blog pimping kan since I have only uno follower heh wtf.

What's it with being bored out your skull when you're supposed to be cramming notes, books down your throat?

My eyes are burning from the lack of blinking wtf. I wish people would update their blogs more often wtf. And good, funny bloggers would never stop blogging wtf.

Some people rant with style. Not I eh.

Bangang, Jakun

It starts tomorrow people!

Strangely not really feeling anything wtf... just want it to end I guess. Sure I'm not the only one who feels this way kan kan. Wait, I do feel something. Some kind of elation almost like I'm on a high or something wtf. This is sorta like 'wui guong fan jiu' (Cantonese) You know like moments before a person's last breath he / she'll suddenly be semangat like dunno how, like nuh-uh he / she ain't on the brink of death then.. eh?? Sudah meninggal dunia wtf. You know you know? Movies always got one.

Which signifies what? HAHA I'm in serious deep shit? I TAK TAHU LOLOLOL cos I'm too busy bullshitting here wtf.

Ok enough. Kthxbai.

Have You...

...Ever been washed over by a sudden feeling of loneliness for no apparent reason?

An Update la duh

Strangely enough, stress levels have not been through the roof even though there's only a few days left. It's weird. Could it be that I've achieved some sort of nirvanic (no such word wtf) state wtf. Must be partly due to the fact that I know that I'll never live up to my forecast results wtf. Let's take a look shall we.

Acc - B16 ... Erm this may be feasible if mistakes are few and report is decent (which is pretty unlikely)

Econ - A17 ... Hahahaha I'm sure glad that mah Econ lecturer won't be marking my paper cos judging by past year papers I'll be lucky if I even manage to attain a B16 wtf.

ESL - A18 ... Based on past experiences, my ability to synthesize is still that of a 'weaker student' and it's at the state of 'tak boleh diselamatkan' already so I'm not even gonna attempt to salvage it wtf. So it'll depend on pure luck and astute hearing for listening wtf.

Maths - A20 .. HAHAHA. HA. HA. Bound to have mistakes. Very very low possibility.

Spec - A19 .. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? I would barely make it to a A17 sumore you expect me to get 20 wtf? WHO PAID YOU TO MOCK PEOPLE LIKE THIS WTF.

Can these people be more realistic wtf. Tsk tsk tsk...

Having said that, I think we're having it way better than those studying Sciences. The only subjects that really require reading are Econ and Acc. Lucky kan? Kan? Kan?

So anyway, level of absorbency have been low, it takes like dunno how many hours to read ten over pages. Wtf kan. Can stay at the same line for dunno how long wtf. Nevertheless plod on people, plod on.

On a pretty unrelated note (as usual), my roommate and I seem to have reached a whole new level of strangeness (for the lack of a better term) any pair of roommates could ever reach. What I mean is, yeah we stay in the same unit, sleep in the same room but it's almost as if we're strangers, y'know? We rarely talk. She'll be doing her thang, and me mine. Leading our own separate lives. Is this a whole new level or what... maybe it's me and my psycho analyzing again but I wonder if she feels the same way. Or maybe it's just me who's naturally awkward :P (A friend used that phrase to describe her friend once and I think it suits me too wtf).

Oh yeah and this question has been bugging me for a pretty long time, "Should I or should I not get a tattoo???" WTF HAISH. Malaria do you remember when I asked you bout tats wtf... well yeah I'm STIL thinking bout it wtf.

4 AM Insanity Streak

I sure as hell hope that time can be fast forwarded now. Or my brain can hibernate til exam time. Even a mere 2 weeks seem SO FUCKING LONG. Mahai. WHEN'S IT GONNA END. END END END. WHY'S IT TAKING SO LONG.

Pre exam period is the worst, ESPECIALLY when you're staying with a bunch of fucking rajin people. You ask yourself, Am I doing enough? The answer is FUCK NO. It's NEVER fucking enough when you're co-existing with a bunch of fucking rajin peeps. Heck, what you're doing seems practically useless and insignificant compared to what others may be doing at the same time. What you did, others have already done and they've done more. You ask yourself, Why can other people do and accomplish more during the same time span? How the fuck does one manage to be at it day in day out for fucking 24 hours? Gawd are they not human.

One thing I've learned alright, staying with fucking rajin people sucks. Major. Shit I feel like going on a murderous rampage. Or digging my heart out from its crevices and closely examine why the fuck does it feel like it's clawing its way out of my chest. Fuck. Either stay in or out. Why are you acting up. I need to punch someone or something and SCREAM SCREAM SCREAM.

The feeling of typing gives me kicks. You?

Unfortunately there's nothing to type about hence i don't get to type as much as I'd like.

On a totally unrelated note, man I'm so addicted to Jimmy Eat World's Stay on My Side Tonight.

Where's Strength When I Need It

This post is a constructed as a reminder for myself. (eh ceh why sound so formal wtf)

I shall NOT lose my sanity. I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity I shall not lose my sanity

and

I shall be grateful for all the things that I have.

Am pretty much mentally and emotionally drained, and impaired wtf.

Honestly a part of me just wanna fuck it and leave it to fate and luck, but of course I'm not supposed to do that.

Just.

Gotta.

Chug on.

For a few more weeks. I SHALL NOT LOSE MY SANITY BY THEN.

****
Oh ya, I know it's pathetic but I still wanna display it wtf... that I have ONE follower! Hehe another person except myself reads this shit? So what it's only ONE? WTF rambling here wtf.

Back From the Dead wtf

Damn. It's been over a month since I last blogged. How sad is that?

Well, only two words are required to describe mah one week holiday. And they are : EXTREME LAZINESS.

Heck, even the thought of getting my laptop out of the bag and switching it on TIRES me. How much lower can one sink? And that explains my absence from the vast world of the in-ter-net. (Say it like how Lucy Liu did in Charlie's Angels WTF nevermind)

So, it has mostly been a lot of staying up till morning, sleeping til afternoon wtf. I'm the epitome of fucked up biological clocks alright.

From here on it's gonna be a documentation of unorganized thoughts. (Ha. Ha. Since when was it organized wtf)

I miss Jay's blog. : (.... the beloved isorule.blogspot that I once frequented a long time ago. Now it's a private blog HAIH. He went on an indefinite hiatus and one day I discovered it became private. Does that mean he's blogging again?? SIGH I'll never know. Heck it was funny, interesting and so GAY. Lol. The little snippets into the life of a gay Malaysian Chinese guy now living in London with his boyfriend, M (if I remember correctly) (I hope they're still together haha). And his family had no idea of his sexual orientation, so he was always afraid that they would find out. HAIH I so miss it. I think I read through his entire archives... all the pornography stuff, the art stuff, the narcissistic stuff. DAMNIT I MISS IT T_T.

I sure as hell hope that one day, oh one day... I'll finally read that Mr Malaria has decided to kick Accounting's ass and go screw something that he likes instead. Donch brainwash yourself please. Oh c'mon do it for mankind lah please. (Pretty please? *pouts*)

It's Sunday already. Meaning, back to that place. Back to that college. SIGH and having to go through all the stressful, meaningless crap again. Gawd help me. You know what that day I even dreamt that I got back mah Econ trial paper and fuck it wasn't pretty. Stupid dream. Why all my dreams also stupid one wtf.

I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back. I hate having to go back.

I hate having to go back. Gee can you tell? WTF.

So... back to living like a zombie again. Don't think that there'll be any updates anytime soon. There's nothing worth updating anyway.

Beach Session

She sat listening, to the rhythm of waves splashing against the shore. Her eyes were transfixed to the horizon, the darkness that saw no end.

A tap on her shoulder. "Hey... thanks for comin." She needn't look, who else could it be?

"What, how could you know that I wasn't some psychopath with an axe?" He exclaimed.

"Well then I'd be dead by now, wouldn't I? So it wouldn't matter anyway." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Sheesh. You're the one who called me here." Feigning indignation, he sat down beside her.

She smiled. "Heh. Yeah... I guess... I needed someone to talk to." The words came out slowly, while her eyes wandered back to the ocean again.

For a few minutes, there they sat. Inhaling, exhaling.

"Er... miss? Your idea of talking is you looking at the ocean while I'm here trying hard to decipher your telepathic messages?"

"Oh all right, I just wanted some company that's all." She snapped.

He chuckled. "I know... I know..." saying it with a tone meant to pacify a dog. Of course he knew, God knows how many times he has been 'dragged' to one of these late night sessions with her. So of course he knew perfectly well.

Her finger started to trail a line along the white sand. She exhaled loudly. "Y' know, sometimes there's just so much stuff going through my mind, sometimes there's nothing. You ever get that?" Her eyes looked into his questioningly.

"Mostly, it's the latter." He said it matter-of-factly, and smiled.

Ignoring that, she continued. "So many questions that I know have no answers, cos they're stupid questions. With no answers! Like what does it meeean when people say some crap like, live life? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Oh dear. She's getting into one of her animated heated debate pose again. He thought to himself and laughed.

"For fuck's sake, what're you laughing at?" Her eyebrows were crossed. Then she came into realization, "I started to look like a cartoon again huh." -_-. Bravely, he denied it, "Nooope. Nuh-uh. Not. At. All."

More eye rolling from her. She wrapped her arms around her knees to prevent more over enthusiastic movements.

"Every single day, without fail, it's dragging oneself out of bed, going for classes, back home, sleep and repeating the cycle... Man, even zombies have better lives, at least they eat people or something... Even I know I need to get a life, but fuck! I don't even know what "life" is..." She paused for breath. " And later. Later! It'll be dragging oneself off bed, going to work, go home, sleep and repeat. FUCK. That's just fucked up, man, y'know what I mean."

He listened and nodded thoughtfully. "I hear ya, woman." He held his right hand out and showed off his L I F E tattoo on his knuckle. "You wanna know what "life" means? You wanna know it means huh? Well I'll tell ya what it means!"

He crunched his hand into a fist and started, "Life. Is in your hands." He looked at his fist. "Uh.." He closed his left hand on his fist. "See? Your life is in your hands. It's whatever you make of it. What it means is totally up to you, how you mold (uttering the word passionately and deliberately) it. Fuck, it doesn't have a specific meaning, a specific definition! Go to dictionary.com, type in "life" and what do you find? A whole bunch of crap, that's what!"

He looked like a deranged maniac delivering that speech and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Jesus. That was.... kinda... corny! Heck the corniest shit that ever came out of your mouth!" They both burst into fits of laughter and collapsed onto the soft, fluffy sand.

"Oh God..." Laying down on the sand and catching her breath, she said, "Then fuck knows what my life means. Worries, responsibilities, being a bore I guess. Sheesh. What bout yours?"

"Mine? I try not to dwell on it. Maybe it's not worth knowing, heh."

"I guess we'll never know the answers... see? Questions with no answers! Shit, we're back to square one..."

They stared at the stars and settled into a long silence.

"Hey, mind if I bombard you with another unanswerable question?"

"Briiing it on, lady! Maybe I have another tattoo to help mah point."

"Fuck! Your knuckle tat didn't prove shit!" She laughed.
"So anyway. Another thing I don't get is when people say they're "searching" for themselves." I sure as hell wanna know how to do that cos I have no idea who or what am I either, so how does one do that ol' wise one?"

"Ah... I think my butt tat can explain on that. Wait a sec." He motioned to unbuckle his belt.

"What? Since when you had your ass permanently scarred?"

He giggled. That old monkey giggle that made him look like a 5 year old. She thumped his arm, "I knew it! Sheesh. Now answer me using your mouth, not your ass. Dumbass."

"Truth is... you can call me dumbass all you want and I still can't answer cos I have no fucking idea too." He finished it in a breath and resigned to his unanswerable fate.

They sighed together. "Well at least we can be clueless together." She finally said. "Yeah..." he agreed. "Something tells me, we're not the only clueless fools."

A!V!R!I!L!

In point form cos lazy to organize thoughts:

• HIGH HIGH HIGH! I screamed till my throat wanted to burst already cos I wanted to fully utilize my throat this time wtf wtf.

• Avril Lavigne is so damn petite! And cute and pwettyyyy...

• Unfortunately we weren't as close to her as we were to MCR, cos there was a freakin VIP section in front wtf! Deng... the place where they were sitting was where we stood last year for MCR ok? We were at the 3rd to 4th row at the Red Zone there... Pengacau betul lar VIPs ni~ We're like WTF? Mana datang VIP-VIP ni? Sumore so many small kids one? Go home and sleep la wtf~ (fan oh kei fan gao la deng...) @ Go home and study la wtf~ (fan oh kei duk shu la deng...)
  

• Her guitarists are effin HOT lor! The drummer also damn yeng... during a short break the drummer entertained us with his skills, bagus nyer. Ala her whole troupe was fanfuckintastic lah, including the dancers wtf.

• So she began with Girlfriend, and ended with Girlfriend remix version and Sk8er Boi.

List of other songs not according to order:
The whole Best Damn Thing album except for One of Those Girls, Contagious, Keep Holding On & I Will Be (I think)
Complicated
I'm With You
Don't Tell Me
My Happy Ending
Losing Grip
He Wasn't
I Always Get What I Want (I think)
Well, I may have left out a few.

• Oh ya and why is she cute? Haha one song at the starting, which song forgot liao paiseh, the music was playing, and she raised her hands, we cheered. Hands down, stopped. Raise again, "WOOOO!!!!!!". Down, *near silence*. And hands up! "AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Then she put her finger to her lips (basically 'shhh' la). This went on for quite some time hahaha. LOL damn she was smiling like a cheeky monkey, playing with us like that. And we followed like a bunch of dopes hahahahaha...

• She was actually better at performing live than I expected. Dunno why I've just had this perception that she's not that good live but hahaha maybe cos all the shouting I couldn't hear mistakes anyway wtf.

• She had maybe... 4 outfit changes?

• Her hair was curly.

• We went in at about 6 sth to 7 o'clock? Then OMFG it started to raaaaaainnn... Wtf it looked like it was really gonna pour but luckily it stopped. We were provided with plastic raincoats wtf, more like plastic bags la with a hood and sleeves wtf. Damn hot and stuffy lor when wearing that plastic thing wtf.
  

• It started at a little after 9 I guess and ended at 10.30 like that. So, less than an hour and a half : (....

• She really did comply with the rules, left out "motherfucking", "hell" and I don't think I heard "shit" either.

• A pink piano was rolled in for her to play during When You're Gone. And she showed off her drumming skills too (for which song forgot liao wtf)! WOOT!

• Was there an encore? Well she said and waved bye and went backstage. So lah we shouted "we want more we want more" After awhile the pink background was dropped and another black one with the star was revealed (WHOAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!). And she sang the last two songs. But is that considered an encore? I don't think so hor... Sk8er Boi ended liao we shouted for encore but to no avail wtf. :'( (MCR pun takde encore how come...)
  

HELL YEAH I had fun!!!!!!! WOOHOO~!!!!! If anyone wants a good workout they really should attend a concert wtf. My face was damn red after the concert ok, and I was sweating all over wtf. Good workout or not lah you say?

But honestly it made me kinda miss MCR wtf. Truth is I would prefer MCR over Avril anytime... T_T... (sorry Avril) We get to head bang a lot more at rock concerts wtf.

Before the Ride Begins. Again.

There is nothing much to say now. Except for stating the obvious. I IS PHAIL!!!! SO DAMN PHAIL...

It's currently 5 in the morning la what do you expect. And I'm not even sleepy wtf. But I don't feel like doing Econs stuff either, so I shall succumb to the pleasures of my bed after this wtf. (read: FUCK THIS SHIT MY ECONS DIE DIE DIE T_____________T)

Don't know what to think anymore. It just feels like nothing's going on in that skull of mine wtf. Things that are not worth thinking are shut out.

Vacuousness. The scary thing is, I'm getting so used to it already. Way too used to it.

Going through the motions of life. Sorta like a train chugging along its tracks. No idea why I thought of that but I just did. Probably something to do with the chugging motion. Don't you feel like that too sometimes? That you're chugging through life wtf?

Go through it a day at a time. It won't be so heavy that way. Well yeah I guess so.

Mathematical Relevation

It's another gloomy day... which equals to?

Gloomy day = No mood to do homework lah! Simple equation also don't know... ish...

This is not just some lame excuse ok! Just think about it, when you envision someone doing homework, don't you think about he or she completing it in a bright, sunny, airy environment? Preferably in a space with lots of huge windows so the sun rays can be welcomed in and there would be no need for artificial lighting. And outside birds are chirping, butterflies are fluttering, lush trees are swaying... aiyah so anyway you get the idea kan wtf...

So agree with me lah wtf today's not a day to do anything wtf.

URGH.

WTF I BEH TAHAN ALREADY LAH IS THE CONCERT ON OR NOT WTF????!!!! IF NOT ON THEN NOT ON LAH I CAN LIVE WITH IT LA PUKIMAK MACAUHAI BUT APA PASAL SAY IT'S BACK ON PULAK??? MAKE UP YOUR FREAKING MIND LAH PEOPLE!!!!! GRRRRRRRRR GERAM LAH WTF!!!!

BEH. TA. HAN HAN HAN HAN HAN HAN......