| Tonight, i will lay in my bed.
stare into the ceiling.
and sleep.
no more waking up at 5 to memorize shit.
and i find Hotel Service by pitbull funny.
vocal sex, literally.
sing it proud and loud. *nods*
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I sit next to the window for Spm.
usually,
i don't like sitting next to the window.
its too hot.
its too dusty.
its too distracting.
its too noisy.
its too "to the side and not centralized enough"
you see, im very particular about my sitting position
I cannot sit under the beam.
I cannot sit directly under the fan.
and i absolutely.
cannot sit too near the chalkboard.
Its important you know, because once you get comfortable.
that is your territory, your ground, your sacred piece of land.
and if you have to spend 365(minus all the holidays) days there,
your butt deserves exclusive treatment.
so,no. im not particularly happy about my sit for SPM.
infact, i was rather frustrated in the beginning.
still is, actually. during those rainy day.
oh gosh, those tiny drops of smudges on my paper.
wait, im not here to whine.
THE POINT IS.
despite the fact that
i can see ketua pengawas grunting and grunting and grunting every 5 minutes,
see people i don't want to see walk to the toilet.
see zhen chi walk to the toilet for the 67th time (its rather distracting),
im kinda glad.
because, im not seated right in the middle, where,
when in midst of the paper, i need to look up for inspiration,
i won't be surrounded by intellectually gifted people plotting the future algorithm on their paper.
it will be kind of intimidating.
and im learning to be thankful that the roof above me covers at such a angle and sun doesn't shine against my desk and i won't bask in the sun until im a golden shade of roasted skin.
im trying to be thankful.
im trying to be human.
im trying to not get myself consumed by spm.
fuck the black hole of spm.
im still very close under the beam though :(
and i do not know why did i just tell the world about my sitting habit.
spm.
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will. memorise. all. damn. nilais.
all. them. nilais,
all. them. nilais
BE GONE MODMATHS.
gogo. fly like the wind
. 
now, i shall go learn up moral.
because,
the only way to score moral now is to know the difference between amanah and bertanggungjawab,
kasih sayang terhadap keluarga and hormat dan taat kepada anggota keluarga.
*cue for upside down elephants*
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| i don't like longitudes, latitudes, or mod math's attitude.
it is so mocking me : (
i want to make ...(dangit whats her name again...rasma!) proud.
we did make her cry :(
the sky above, a blaze only lovers see.
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I don't want to take spm.
Why? are u feeling the stress?
no. im just too lazy to wake up in the morning.
pig.
11.48 pm.
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| i would tell you this in person,
but seeing that i don't have credit now and itd be quite some time till i see you.
so ill pray you'll end up here.
STOP CRYING GODDAMNIT.
STOP.
fine. if you still are, atleast go get some ice cream.
please? :(
"The contest is a lion fight. So chin up, put your shoulders back, walk proud, strut a little. Don't lick your wounds. Celebrate. The scars you bear are the sign of a competitor. You're in a lion's fight, Stevens. Just because you didn't win doesn't mean you don't know how to roar"
i would like not to think of myself as a Richard.
but you get the idea.
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| you know something is wrong with you when you try to type
my silver bitter sweet lining dot blogspot dot com
and all you can think of is
uterine wall lining.
ahem.
nvm,
Face down on the mattress
One, and you hold me and we're broken
Still it's all that I want to do just a little now
Feel myself with a head made of the ground
I'm scared but I'm not coming down.
its a beautiful day to log on to facebook and waste your life.
PS : fuck. do i have news for you guys.
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