Recalling what i wrote in my blog last year about ” so gonna work hard”, ” cannot let myself down anymore” a bunch of bullshit. Here is it now, right on my palm.. gripping it gently as i hand it over to Dad’s hand….

The comments were okay from dad… but mom.. mom triggered the bomb… As she scrutinized the paper , she facial expression was showing sheer content initially (i cant really tell) then she spoke, ” all your science marks are so low and also add maths.. you need to work hard” her words pierced through like a sharp knife.

Eh, hello… i know i didn’t put in all my effort but at least i kick half my ass off for it unlike fat ass bro.. .. i was just expecting some comforting words instead of “improve more” , ” put in more effort for your studies” argh.. damn disappointed, felt like being judge.. sigh, it just made my day worse.. ( i never liked mom’s comment regarding everything especially on “how to be clever” dang.. quarrel each time – healthy relationship i suppose? – *winks* )

“Keep up the good work”

That was what my form teacher left in my paper. oh come on, five words?!? ( I’m not whining ) How could she wrote like that. (basically, i forgotten how i moaned about it so i cant really continue this line.. dang again ) I’m just so beh song about it because all ten of us got the same comment.. (so irresponsible)

Overall, i did good.. way beyond my expectations.. I’m suppose to be happy right? :(

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Today was also fat ass bro’s “Hari Pembukaan” (it was written in the board) Well, i the biache angelic sister volunteered to take his report card for him. How nice, not. I was sweating like *blank* when i got there, then waited for like 30 mins for the teacher to ngeh ngeh ngeh on how prodigy their kids are. I stood up immediately even before the aunty A got up and stood beside her ( so rude, but what to do? i was impatient, very.) Suddenly, this bitch Aunty B cut me and sat on the chair! wth~!@#$%^&*()_ i was practically standing in front of the teacher long before you come, beach (foul words popped in cloud forms above the head) Mata bengkak izit? No courtesy at all, rage was contorting…. super bad mood.. I was showing the i dun not care whether you are old, beach but you made me very irritated and thanks a lot expression. Did bitch about her son with bro.. (which he anticipated well) :P

PS: Pls pls pls may be the weekends be great.. I’ve been looking forward to it very (and you know why).. shall scoot now… have a great weekend people!

Music clicking: Fort Minor- Where’d You Go (this is dedicated to a friend which i have no idea what happened between us, but i hope the silent treatment ends fast)

*Hint: Next post will have pictures! grins*