Life is scarier than death.
BLOODY ASS MIDS. ARGH.
FAIL. FAIL. FAIL. I DON'T CARE.........mmmm. Sure I don't.. UHUH.
It's deja vu.
Of the awful AWFUL mid-years last year. OMGGGGGGGGG. -_-"
NEVERMINDDDD. I will remain optimistic! Tis only the first year! I will get through this! ER. EXCEPT FOR LIT. IT SUCKS MUCH MUCH. dang.
My sleeping pattern's gone all haywire. Brain can't function well anymore. Refusing to go to sleep. The days creeeeep closer and closer to dastardly EXAMS. EEEEEEEE. I seriously CANNOT BELIEVE THAT SCHOOL REOPENS IN FIVE DAYS TIME. AND I HAVEN'T OPENED THE BOOOOK.SHITOMAMA.
IDIOT LIZZIE. TOO LAYZIE TO UPDATE. TSK. So now it cannot even be called OUR blog larh WALAU. humph. NVMMMMM.
Alot of things happened during the month though. Other than the ever more frequent anxiety attacks and the perpetual nagging-at-the-back-of-the-mind-to-study, we still could have the BOFs and I realise there being alot of tension between my family
members. Which can irk the shit out of me at times. Like my brother. Just WAITING to give
a sarcastic comment when he should just KEEP THAT DAMN MOUTH SHUT. SHEESH.
But the most disconcerting one: my grandmother.
It's just that. There's a point of time in life where you cannot escape your age, you know. And it's scary when you stubbornly deny that. And as such you use an accusatory tone on unsuspecting people. Creating new unsolvable problems. YEEESH. And also feeling helpless.
You can't cure it. You can only answer her again for the umpteenth time. And sometimes you just agree to whatever she says although it's wrong. But you know why. She'll just forget. It'll be alright in another 2 minutes. You'll just correct her the next time. And sometimes you don't answer her at all.
It's a sad state. And an even more painful experience to watch it transgress. The darker side of ageing.
And I've been doing many chores lately. Plus cooking. Less time to procrastinate-I MEAN-studyyy. And whenever I'm trying NOT to think about it, my mind will eventually wonder to my endlessssss doubtss which is OBVIOUSLY detestable PW. Bloody crap survey and interview. SUCKS FRUIT. Will try to think about it only after exams. BAD BAD PW LEADER.
-_-" EHEH.
Am supposed to go for chem consultation tmr-i mean-today. Plus study date with bindi. And possible mt oral which is horribly overdue. This is the thing i hate and want to be oblivious about. All the crap things that are necessary for education. TSK.
Who do we live for?
The question keeps running through my mind. And it dawned on me. I live for my parents.
Craving praise from them. Taking all comments made personally. Which can be bad. Them
already paving my future. Too fast, I think. But WTH. I'm already in jc. Two years away from
uni. Scares me shitless.
I don't want to grow up.
____Walie____
FAIL. FAIL. FAIL. I DON'T CARE.........mmmm. Sure I don't.. UHUH.
It's deja vu.
Of the awful AWFUL mid-years last year. OMGGGGGGGGG. -_-"
NEVERMINDDDD. I will remain optimistic! Tis only the first year! I will get through this! ER. EXCEPT FOR LIT. IT SUCKS MUCH MUCH. dang.
My sleeping pattern's gone all haywire. Brain can't function well anymore. Refusing to go to sleep. The days creeeeep closer and closer to dastardly EXAMS. EEEEEEEE. I seriously CANNOT BELIEVE THAT SCHOOL REOPENS IN FIVE DAYS TIME. AND I HAVEN'T OPENED THE BOOOOK.SHITOMAMA.
IDIOT LIZZIE. TOO LAYZIE TO UPDATE. TSK. So now it cannot even be called OUR blog larh WALAU. humph. NVMMMMM.
Alot of things happened during the month though. Other than the ever more frequent anxiety attacks and the perpetual nagging-at-the-back-of-the-mind-to-study, we still could have the BOFs and I realise there being alot of tension between my family
members. Which can irk the shit out of me at times. Like my brother. Just WAITING to give
a sarcastic comment when he should just KEEP THAT DAMN MOUTH SHUT. SHEESH.
But the most disconcerting one: my grandmother.
It's just that. There's a point of time in life where you cannot escape your age, you know. And it's scary when you stubbornly deny that. And as such you use an accusatory tone on unsuspecting people. Creating new unsolvable problems. YEEESH. And also feeling helpless.
You can't cure it. You can only answer her again for the umpteenth time. And sometimes you just agree to whatever she says although it's wrong. But you know why. She'll just forget. It'll be alright in another 2 minutes. You'll just correct her the next time. And sometimes you don't answer her at all.
It's a sad state. And an even more painful experience to watch it transgress. The darker side of ageing.
And I've been doing many chores lately. Plus cooking. Less time to procrastinate-I MEAN-studyyy. And whenever I'm trying NOT to think about it, my mind will eventually wonder to my endlessssss doubtss which is OBVIOUSLY detestable PW. Bloody crap survey and interview. SUCKS FRUIT. Will try to think about it only after exams. BAD BAD PW LEADER.
-_-" EHEH.
Am supposed to go for chem consultation tmr-i mean-today. Plus study date with bindi. And possible mt oral which is horribly overdue. This is the thing i hate and want to be oblivious about. All the crap things that are necessary for education. TSK.
Who do we live for?
The question keeps running through my mind. And it dawned on me. I live for my parents.
Craving praise from them. Taking all comments made personally. Which can be bad. Them
already paving my future. Too fast, I think. But WTH. I'm already in jc. Two years away from
uni. Scares me shitless.
I don't want to grow up.
____Walie____
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