gissy truly sux.

Monday, March 27, 2006

WTF. Is wrong. With people. Who keep telling me what to do.

I wish I died last year or something. The fucking O levels suck. Its screwing up my life, it made me quarrel with my mum, my sis, my dad.

And its been AGES since I ever had an argument with my mum.

Its not as though I've never told my parents to stop taking too much control over my life, and that I HATE it when they try to control me too much. There IS a limit.

Today, my sis started nagging at me (not the first time) to stop playing FK. WTF. I PRACTISE my English.

"So you're telling me that there is NO other way to improve your English? You realise how lame that sounds, right?"

"Why do you always cry?"

I can't HELP it. I FEEL dumb, in the first place. When do I ever feel as though I'm the smartest, or the most knowledgeable in the family? When do I ever feel smart?

WTF. You all can't blame me for being bimbotic and dumb and having a mind that isn't very creative on its own, right? I CAN'T think of any other way.

After all, you said this, didn't you?

"We should open a bottle of champagne. You're the first person in the family to ever fail English."

Its the only thing I have that's convenient for me to use is FK.

Yes, there IS another way, come to think of it. Go to www.m-w.com to look at the word of the day, then write a composition based on that?

No thank you. I don't like writing too many compositions, cause I have to plan them first.

I don't revise my work? To YOU people. You all just haven't SEEN it.

When I'm at my work, you don't even see if its practice or homework. Even so, you can't TELL, for sure, whether its homework or not.

What? Revision means reading the textbook?

I DETEST reading the freaking textbook. I detest reading textbookS.

Have you ever seen me reading textbooks just for fun? No.

God, just leave me alone. I know you all want the best for me, but every time you all threaten me or tell me what to do, I just start to feel dumber, and stupider than usual. And I never EVER feel like I'm smart, you know, thanks to you people who keep telling me that I'm superly bimbotic.

I have no appetite, for once. I'm so SO tired.

I KNOW what I'm doing. I thought today was a good day, but now its spoilt, like one of the chocolate-coated green apples that I had today. Tasted a little odd. It came from Saturday, but it was kept in the freezer. Odd.. Oh well. Drinking water after that made me feel better. It was a really REALLY odd taste. Bleh.

I'm so proud of myself. I listened to my teachers during Chinese and Chemistry on Friday. For the first time. I LEARNT stuff. It was like.. The most productive day of my life.

Its not that I'm not doing work. I am.

I'm weird, and I think differently. I'm the dumbest in the family, and the most bimbotic in the family. I can't help it. Well, who else can you blame? Me? I think not.

Just trust me, and I swear, one day, I'll be in a decent job. Otherwise, I'll just get an indecent one. Its not as though I give a very big piece of poop anyways.

And for goodness' sake. I checked the dictionary.

Not telling you stuff doesn't mean I'm being dishonest, alright? If you were to ask, I would have told the truth.

So stop using the effing F9 to slash me. Its not my fault, entirely.

You know, when a worksheet is handed back, and it doesn't have a name, the teacher usually asks whose it is, or the students pass it around, so the owner'll just take it?

Even more so if the marks for the paper was included in the CA.

Don't know why it didn't happen for my case.

I received the other part of my homework. It was in the Chinese teacher's stack of stuff.

She must have just gathered all the pieces of paper on the teachers' table and just not noticed what she was taking.

Aaaalright. It was marked. I got a 40/50.

Wonderful. I wouldn've passed English.

But guess what?

No name. So it IS my fault.

Just ONE mistake. My mum has to bring it up.

Its not as though I have a very bad habit of not writing my name.

I'll LEARN from my mistake, right?

Its not as though I wanted this to happen. What glory do I receive from being the first in the family to fail English?

None, in my opinion.

If you don't understand where I'm coming from, forget it. If you do, any consolation will be accepted. :D

Whee, I feel better already.

How I love myself being the narcissist (not entirely sure, actually) I am.

(You know what the worst thing is? At times like these, there's NO ONE I can turn to. I don't know who to call, because there isn't this ONE person whom I can always turn to. Sad life, no?

Yes Charmaine, you can tell me that I can turn to God. I tried. No reply. There's NEVER any reply.

Wonderful. Now everyone knows what a corrupted Christian I am. Gosh, my life sucks.)

EDIT: Cause I saw so many typos (or is it typoes?). And.. yeah. *lol* Wasn't in a right state of mind to blog, I guess.

darkness falls at 6:27 PM