I know this may classify me as unfriend-worthy but if i think that you have become too nonsensical and pathetic to be entertained, i will drop you like a bomb. I will stay away from you even if you have done nothing wrong to me. It is just that our views no longer flow on the same track and if we try to make this friendship work, it will truely just be a chain of trying to make one conform to the other or trying to reach a consensus which really is, a waste of time.
I feel terrible that im not a friend to you in times when you need it the most. But ive tried to make you realise that a pessimistic outlook on life will do you no good. but instead of listening to me, you were too intent basking in the attention of boys which I feel, just after things that both you and I know.
Im not sorry for i feel that its about time that you grow up and not have me jump to your defense every other time. Times have changed and only you can determine outcomes in your future. That said, it aint gonna happen if you dwell on the sweet past and sink into a stretch of 'what-ifs' and 'if-onlys'. Get out of that dream.
I love you but there is only so much I can do to help.
This blog is still on hiatus and I totally cant wait for the end of October. Not only does it signifies my sweet 17, but also sweet oh glorious freedom. In fact, I cant wait for the end of A levels! Ho ho. Not because Im prepared for the exams (which im not fyi) but because I cant wait to sink back into my state of idleness like I was post-o levels. I love end of years, ie: Oct-Dec. Mainly because it signifies festive seasons and reduced school related responsibilities. Have I mentioned that I hate responsibilities?
In any case, I went back to MFSS the other day not to see the teachers of coz (its NEVER about the teachers sia!) but mainly because I feel compelled to go there since everyone who was from MF in AJ was going. Haha. The only plus point of that trip was seeing my dear friends. Mr Ang was nice too and lo and behold, he remembered me not for my incredible wit, the way that I would prefer people to remember me by but my hopeless case in math and my mother. Yes, my mother. To quote the man that had always symbolised my incapabilities in sums, "Your mother called me the other day to call you about how you were doing in matth. " He says this in his sing-along voice which I think, he thinks is funny. Which is hardly ever funny truth be told. But this time, his lack-lustre joke actually made me laugh for that man, after all the swear words I littered on him back in my sec sch days has eventually made me pass my math and improved from a f9 for prelims to a b4 in the actual o-levels.
In any case, am currently doing my GP essay at 1.31 am. What a wonderful way to start off the Sept Hols eh? Haha. I miss reading blogs. It must be my insatiable appetite to have something to gossip about later on. Ho ho. Kidding kiddiing.
AND. I do not hate MF anymore! HAhahaa. Only because I went back there and was greated by the beautiful smiles of MYSELF on the walls of that school! I self-declare myself as the poster girl of MFSS! but its ironical lah. coz i think the pictures of me that decorates the posters were far from beautiful. in fact, i sometimes think they are purposely placed there by the teachers to remind me how much i just aint photogenic. alaaahaii. but nonetheless, i love me! yes, im thankful to be the girl that i am and i do not need anyone to make me realise this.
and woo-wee, waddaya know, i've written sucha a long entry already! words coming out of me fast and i realise too, gp essay is still undone. almost done though, dont worry.
oh yea, lemme end this by mentioning the names of the people that will be dancing for the fare-well thingy. since deeparaya concert is cancelled and you people already promised to danced for that.. i put your names in this thingy instead.
fitrah, nasyita, sharkie, hida, farah, kecik, izzah, deebz, jas, raudah and elmizah.
and yes farhanah, i read your blog!! you dodol, make up your mind okies?
hahahah. malay dance. tango. hiphop.
it will be a blast cheorographing. but not with blasted results i hope. whatever that means.
ok done. a blog entry to lepaskan gian.
hahahahahk.
I feel terrible that im not a friend to you in times when you need it the most. But ive tried to make you realise that a pessimistic outlook on life will do you no good. but instead of listening to me, you were too intent basking in the attention of boys which I feel, just after things that both you and I know.
Im not sorry for i feel that its about time that you grow up and not have me jump to your defense every other time. Times have changed and only you can determine outcomes in your future. That said, it aint gonna happen if you dwell on the sweet past and sink into a stretch of 'what-ifs' and 'if-onlys'. Get out of that dream.
I love you but there is only so much I can do to help.
This blog is still on hiatus and I totally cant wait for the end of October. Not only does it signifies my sweet 17, but also sweet oh glorious freedom. In fact, I cant wait for the end of A levels! Ho ho. Not because Im prepared for the exams (which im not fyi) but because I cant wait to sink back into my state of idleness like I was post-o levels. I love end of years, ie: Oct-Dec. Mainly because it signifies festive seasons and reduced school related responsibilities. Have I mentioned that I hate responsibilities?
In any case, I went back to MFSS the other day not to see the teachers of coz (its NEVER about the teachers sia!) but mainly because I feel compelled to go there since everyone who was from MF in AJ was going. Haha. The only plus point of that trip was seeing my dear friends. Mr Ang was nice too and lo and behold, he remembered me not for my incredible wit, the way that I would prefer people to remember me by but my hopeless case in math and my mother. Yes, my mother. To quote the man that had always symbolised my incapabilities in sums, "Your mother called me the other day to call you about how you were doing in matth. " He says this in his sing-along voice which I think, he thinks is funny. Which is hardly ever funny truth be told. But this time, his lack-lustre joke actually made me laugh for that man, after all the swear words I littered on him back in my sec sch days has eventually made me pass my math and improved from a f9 for prelims to a b4 in the actual o-levels.
In any case, am currently doing my GP essay at 1.31 am. What a wonderful way to start off the Sept Hols eh? Haha. I miss reading blogs. It must be my insatiable appetite to have something to gossip about later on. Ho ho. Kidding kiddiing.
AND. I do not hate MF anymore! HAhahaa. Only because I went back there and was greated by the beautiful smiles of MYSELF on the walls of that school! I self-declare myself as the poster girl of MFSS! but its ironical lah. coz i think the pictures of me that decorates the posters were far from beautiful. in fact, i sometimes think they are purposely placed there by the teachers to remind me how much i just aint photogenic. alaaahaii. but nonetheless, i love me! yes, im thankful to be the girl that i am and i do not need anyone to make me realise this.
and woo-wee, waddaya know, i've written sucha a long entry already! words coming out of me fast and i realise too, gp essay is still undone. almost done though, dont worry.
oh yea, lemme end this by mentioning the names of the people that will be dancing for the fare-well thingy. since deeparaya concert is cancelled and you people already promised to danced for that.. i put your names in this thingy instead.
fitrah, nasyita, sharkie, hida, farah, kecik, izzah, deebz, jas, raudah and elmizah.
and yes farhanah, i read your blog!! you dodol, make up your mind okies?
hahahah. malay dance. tango. hiphop.
it will be a blast cheorographing. but not with blasted results i hope. whatever that means.
ok done. a blog entry to lepaskan gian.
hahahahahk.
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