paper2math

i think i think too much.

jessie wanted to laugh her ass off.

jessie: 0.007646364 3sig.fig
amber: ans- 765.

adilah: malay can eat shit.
amber: hcl too.

anyway, hurray and let us all burn away those happiness-sucking, spirit-dampening, brains-shrinking math tyses and endless stacks of math noone bothers to do. NO CAN'T BURN. got carbon dioxide emission - greenhouse effect and smoke. o; too much studying. i'd been dreaming about figures and global warming and macdonalds since the approach of o levels till now.

paper2 math was relatively easy. i can pass that. BUT I WILL FAIL PAPER 1 WHICH THEN DEFEATS THE PURPOSE because i will fail overall >: ( i totally cant wait to go nan hua again next year man. HCL TMR. THEN I WONT EVER WRITE CHINESE EVER AGAIN. i will be like moron and write "bye" in his eoy chinese letter writing. oops. :D

thanks to all those who encouraged me and helped me for my math, though i will still end up failing :

dad
tim
dan
bro
ezra
dave
ryan
ruth
qimin
jessie
adilah
junliang.
sister >- forced.


if i pass all of you gets ICECREAM :D
if i fail all of you donate me 5dollars ea to retake paper!

kthxbye!

englishpaper

like fuck, i know i shouldnt be blogging now, its math paper 2 tomorrow and i already screwed my paper 1 today. BUT HEY, i screwed english too. i just think that the entire olevel is screwed x3395237497875872.

i spelt differentiation as differentation. and for compo, the topics are all like shit. i had to choose HEROES, ( my usual one word routine ) but i wrote cheesy CHEENA-PATRIOTIC-BULLSHIT which is influenced by linkin park and counterstrike. even i can't stand it. had time to make a copy, as usual :P hehe.

HEROES ( GCE OLEVELS ENGLISH PAPER ONE 2007 )

One of them was half buried in the dirt, his blood dyeing the soil a crimson red. The pain was so excruciating that he perpetually felt as though he was being ripped asunder. He thought of his family, his eager wife and children and tears broke out in an unmannered gait.

He could be your son, your husband, or your father. He is one of the many men that the world calls "Heroes". In every battle, every war, every political dispute, lives are are lost. Hatred, discrimination and greed are all fused together, coagulating into the spark for war. Then came our fine fellow countrymen, lugging the boulder of political abhorrence, risking their lives for the country they love.

Blood, their blood was shed, splattering all over the ravages of war. You see them on television and newspapers, in their dirty and faded uniforms, but that's all just a smudged facade. Deep inside, their strength and pride are still fervently extant. The dusty roads, the firing of nuclear weapons and husky static commands over the walkie-talkies seemed so vaguely evocative and familiar. You may have come across them, playing your fake war strategy game in that familiar backdrop on your laptop.

Yet it is so different in reality. Our heroes, they suffer asphyxiation from the rising dust and dirt. The army commands are not recordings repeated over and over in your game, but real, stentorian and ever changing. Those commands could change the world, bring our countries pride or take away their lives. Our heroes wield weapons with aim to protect, not attack, yet those weapons, those very weapons could take their lives.

You wait at home, eager and anxious for his return. Mixed feelings run amok in your head, receding and recidivisng again and again. You feel proud of him, yet feel angry and lonely at the same time, blaming him for going to war to protect the country. The end product is bittersweet, destitute of the ending and of which you feel more, happy or sad.

Our heroes carry the weight of our countries on their shoulders, laying down their lives, fearless and menacing. Every bomb, every bullet, every drop of blood which they receieve and attack,they do it acquiscently. There is no greater word than "love", even it being an understatement of what drives our heroes so far. Gratitude is not enough. In everyone of them, bravery is embedded inside. When he once protected you with his arms, you felt like his embrace was the world. Now, he is using his arms as a pillar to support the crumbling world. You could smile amidst your tears, secretly praying for his safety and praising him for his courage.

When they return in triumph, the air will be soaked exulant. The sweet smell of blithe will rise as high as the zenith of the sun and at that time, we can truly bow our heads in the utmost respect, cheering for our heroes. You could embrace your husband, your father, your son, and that could represent everything, - And that's all that he needs.

im going off to fuck myself. the compo is fucked. im fucked. life's fucked. math's fucked. everything's fucked.

yzafxcc

;p looks like everyone's bored already! o levels came and i already screwed my first paper, which is ELECTIVE GEOG, that i had conscientiously studied and memorized the whole fucking book!

"please state the differences between non-renewable resources and renewable resources. 8marks "

and WHAT THE FUCK IS MG ROVER VOLUME CAR. like i know.
i know volume = length x base x height.

WILL POST PICTURES AND A CHINESE LETTER TO MAKE YOU LAUGH, after my HCL paper, which is on wednesday :D
MATH ROCKS. love it man.

encore reedit

{ im giving up.

everything.

because you screwed it up. }


&ILOVEYOU, was said too much. we became deaf to it. it became our hello&goodbye. it became our sorrys, our every word, our excuse, our escape, our reasons, our problems, our blinded denial.

&ILOVEYOU, was said too much. it lost its meaning, we no longer remembered how it should feel like to hear them. our hearts are like the walking dead, desolate of emotions, betrayed by its very desire.

&ILOVEYOU, was said too much. we paid too much, we struggled too long. that ILOVEYOU, was not our buoy anymore, but an anchor weighing us down. and ILOVEYOU, it became a fear, three words i dreaded to hear, for it attaches itself to me like a sin, playing my conscience out like a hollow shell.; feeding on my guilty heart. and ILOVEYOU, it made me cry, first it was for happiness, i dont deny. but now, your ILOVEYOU is hatred, its a habit for its said too much. your ILOVEYOU, is now patronized by hatred, your vengeful heart.

&ILOVEYOU, was said too much. boy, everytime you say your ILOVEYOUs, i forgot how to smile, forgot how to cry. my face is a painted portrait, inscrutable- too tired to carry on.

}have you forgotten., everything that i wanted?

;_ { you are a sin }

i have a shit load of rubbish pictures with me today. more arriving tomorrow. keep your eyes peeled :D

&my love for cash, would you ;

&distrait but still so alike, silence speaks for itself. ( mushroom is extra ) its just ABSTRACT, k. nothing else. :D


&my horny mushroom.

&sleeping bangala was happily snoring away ;D wanted to bring sleeping bags to sleep with him.

alot of things happened lately, o; dave did stunt one week plus ago and i only blog about it now o; anyway. cheesy is an understatement, man. if you have a house facing your open space carpark, this is what you get from apologetic males :

said horrified mum : was just wondering which crazy fella did it for some crazy girl and it turned out to be my very own daughter! oh my god.

CHIOBU OF TH. DAY :

PCC MATERIALS! COPY THEM TO YOUR DESKTOP BACKGROUND NOW!

look at her smooth sexy legs. oh god. the stockings are just so, so seductive. her makeup is just so svelte and sexy. her vavavoom figure just makes you want to embrace her. kiss her lips and caress her breasts! lift up her tiny black dress, strip off her white nettings and finger her till she moans! THATS LIFE MAN. are you cumming yet? :D
( i really hope mr.foo aint reading my post now o; )

;_ { &this boy, love isnt enough. }

to you: i'm always here. you now have the weight of your family on your shoulders, so take care of yourself first. all these pictures, reminds me of how much you love me.

&remember, the day we met. i knew i was going to fall in love with you. and i didnt regret.

&the way we kissed, it seems to tell me how much you love me.

&remember,the way i whisper into your ear, the scent from you, an ecstasy.

&your cheeks, i won't forget. the feel of your skin against my lips.

&how i love it when you lie on my shoulder. i feel like i want to protect you o;

&the every stunt we did.

&your signature pose

&when im in your arms, it felt like the world.

&i gave you my love, boy; we'd going separate now, but our past still entwines.

i promise i'll still be here for you, boy. take good care of your health.

OKAY ENOUGH OF TEAR WIPING AND EMOING, people. go to bed.

for daniel/

for you, boy. :

we may lose this love that we'd been having soon but as like words are still words, memories are still memories. i thank you for all that you'd given me. in this 8months, i am glad that i'd gave you my love. something to vindicate a claim, it was mostly of my fault on my part, that caused this relationship to fall asunder. so , im sorry boy. and just like any standard template, i'd wish that you will be able to find someone who will love you as much, or more than i'd loved you. this is for you-

I saw a familiar glow emitting from the darkened bedroom and noticed that the door was left ajar. I gingerly opened the door alittle more, easing myself into the room quietly and stealthily. I gazed at where the light was, noticing it was contained in by yet another silhouette of the boy I love. I tiptoed and caught a glimpse of the screen of my handphone, blurred. He was crying.

Pangs of guilt overwhlemed me as the messages, full of sweet nothings played across my mind. And now, this boy knows about the other boy that I thought I love. my heart squelched and tightened, washing me with asphyxiation. The room seem void of air and guilt surged through me. Paroxysms danced across my chest; my knees grew weak as I knelt behind him feebly. I threw my arms around his tiny waist, a minute size of my tremendous guilt escaped from my lips. I begged for forgiveness and the usual clinche " I can explain ". He shrugged me off, failing to muster any strength to push me away.

The room was of a dead silence. I could hear the stale air mocking in my ears. His sobs interrupted the silence occasionally and got more tense whenever I tried to speak. My mind fumbled to find something to say but words lost their sense of directions. Tears tumbled down my cheeks. "Sorry". but it came out like a puppy whining. A loud bang and then "bam" again, as i saw my phone being flung into the engulfing darkness of a lonely corner. He spun around, his angry fists unclenching. I felt his palms closed onto my arms in a vice-like grip, the stickiness from his sweat clung on to my bare flesh. Immense pain shot through me and I felt my arms bruising. But guilt and shame forced me not to retailate, not to shout nor struggle. I felt his weight on top of me as I fell onto the bed, His tears staining my nightgown and his breaths short and painful.

"Why are you doing this to me? " it was a question so light, so quiet that it flew off with the passing wind. Yet. I found no answer. This boy wants to tell me how much he loves me, his voice so,so sad that i heard my own heart breaking. I opened my mouth to speak as his teardrop landed on my tongue. It tasted so bitter, as bitter as how I had caused our relationship to become. Adrenaline surged through me as i felt a force gathering at the tip of my hand. Then, an invisible force propelled my hand up and forward, landing on his wet face witha stinging sharp smack.

His eyes widened with unprepared shock. In quick reflex, he lifted his hand, ready for a counter attack. but his love was quicker, tugging at his raised hand, compelling him to stop it. He then collapsed down onto the bed next to me, sobbing into the sheets. I felt angry. He has no reasons to be angry. It was that the other boy who has stolen my heart away from him. It was the fault of this boy, for leaving its cage open, poking it with sharp sticks, allowing it to fly away. I heaved my body weight against him, in a meek attempt to push him off the bed. But he did not budge the least. In fact, I found myself falling off the bed instead. It then struck me that our love was like the bed. I was the one pushing it off balance, only to be the one falling myself. I gave up, sauntered to the far side of the bed, rolled over and tried to sleep.

I had a terrible dream which jerked me out of my sleep. I felt his warm,small frame behind, his gentle arms over my body. His steady breathing, his snores, our bodies entwining, struck as an evocative nostalgia that stabbed my pining heart; the heart that was taken away by the other boy. At such a reminsc of such a love, my heart grew wings, desperately flying back to me. Moonlight streamed in like a magical stairway, pooling onto the bed like a halo of light. In the incandescent light, I saw the boy's face, swollen from crying, eyebrows wired into a frown. I kissed him.

Even if it's just one more night, I wanted to make it perfect. I kissed him again, nuzzling my way into his arms, found my sweet spot on his shoulder. I slipped my leg between his, pulling him closer. I sniffed his cheek, the familiar smell lingered in my mind. And in the moonlight, i thought i saw him smile.

I loved him.

&

Olevels are coming ;D im so excited. I'll be blogging lesser now, i'd decided to hit the books. be posting some pictures later on. got chio bu introzxz you. byebye.

[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
yes i know ..
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
lol blog -_- about a rabbit okay :

rich people's bunny (expensive ones) sleep like this:

poor people's rabbits ( cheapo one like mine ) sleeps like this :

{ o.9% voir; _ your sultry eyes says:
FUCK CHIO
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
pity singapore dun hav cars like this
[ - zFiRAz - ] says:
lol =(
{ o.9% voir; _ your sultry eyes says:
it is taken in sg

P.S moron: BUY THIS. then all girls flock to you. even tim o;