Old age catches up.
Yeah. New layout. I love me some Kim Jung Hoon!
Go watch Goong. It's so cool.
Anyway. I was just thinking about things lately as our finals have ended and our results are being pumped out like bullets from a shotgun.
Here's one of my thoughts right now.
"SHIT LAH. SURE FAIL EVERYTHING ONE. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. MY MOM'S GONNA KILL ME! AISH. DIE DIE DIE."
Very enlightening sentence. Shall I continue since I've gotten nearly half my results back?
"OH CRAP! FAIL 3 SUBJECTS LIAO. TCH. CANNOT FAIL ANYMORE. IF NOT, I REALLY DIE."
I love my one-liners.
I really don't know what to do with myself. I'm lazy and erm...lazy. Yeah. I'm just plain lazy. Studying has never been my forte. I just can't make myself sit down and read a textbook.
Storybook? No problem.
Newspaper? Piece of cake.
Textbook? Siao lang. Lu gila kah? Brain rosak then you know.
I've never been able to focus on something for a long period of time. My attention always drifts elsewhere. Like the time I had to do something....and then I started doing something else....and then...erm...Aiyah. You get the drift.
I'm starting to think that I may have a mild case of ADD. Want it in medical jargon?
I. THINK. I. HAVE. ATTENTION. DEFICIT. DISORDER.
You understand? Yes? Yes! Good.
OKAY. NEXT TOPIC.
Like monyet only. Must jump from one thing to another.
I'm no good with faces. Like for instance, today Stephanie Wongfrom 4 Cengal just asked me out of the blue if I lived in S*****mas when I was asking Sarah to tell me the name of a movie that starts with the letter J.
Of course lah, being the blur me, I said yes lor. Then I asked her how she knew.
Suprise suprise. She knows my Godbrother. He lives in Glenmarie! And so does she apparently. According to her, we met at a street party back in....2002. My memory so cha man. I don't even remember the people I meet.
I'm getting old. Next thing you know, you'll find me knitting sweaters for my imaginary grandkids as cute kitty cats prowl around the room scratching my lovely silk curtains.
Go watch Goong. It's so cool.
Anyway. I was just thinking about things lately as our finals have ended and our results are being pumped out like bullets from a shotgun.
Here's one of my thoughts right now.
"SHIT LAH. SURE FAIL EVERYTHING ONE. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT. MY MOM'S GONNA KILL ME! AISH. DIE DIE DIE."
Very enlightening sentence. Shall I continue since I've gotten nearly half my results back?
"OH CRAP! FAIL 3 SUBJECTS LIAO. TCH. CANNOT FAIL ANYMORE. IF NOT, I REALLY DIE."
I love my one-liners.
I really don't know what to do with myself. I'm lazy and erm...lazy. Yeah. I'm just plain lazy. Studying has never been my forte. I just can't make myself sit down and read a textbook.
Storybook? No problem.
Newspaper? Piece of cake.
Textbook? Siao lang. Lu gila kah? Brain rosak then you know.
I've never been able to focus on something for a long period of time. My attention always drifts elsewhere. Like the time I had to do something....and then I started doing something else....and then...erm...Aiyah. You get the drift.
I'm starting to think that I may have a mild case of ADD. Want it in medical jargon?
I. THINK. I. HAVE. ATTENTION. DEFICIT. DISORDER.
You understand? Yes? Yes! Good.
OKAY. NEXT TOPIC.
Like monyet only. Must jump from one thing to another.
I'm no good with faces. Like for instance, today Stephanie Wong
Of course lah, being the blur me, I said yes lor. Then I asked her how she knew.
Suprise suprise. She knows my Godbrother. He lives in Glenmarie! And so does she apparently. According to her, we met at a street party back in....2002. My memory so cha man. I don't even remember the people I meet.
I'm getting old. Next thing you know, you'll find me knitting sweaters for my imaginary grandkids as cute kitty cats prowl around the room scratching my lovely silk curtains.
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