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Wednesday, September 28, 2005
23:45

good evening.

amazing race today was fun fun fun! i love i love i love i loved it! (:

yesterday we did some OSCAR (which reminds me of my ex-neighbour's dog. -it's name. HAHA) thing online to find out our beeping career. and guess what i was.
an unknown whatever gamma ray and x-rays RADIATION/RADIOACTIVE THERAPIST.
like...hello? earth? i dont even know what they do and i'll be more prone to some banging cancer! NO. I AINT GONNA RISK IT. NO NO NO.
in addition: neither do i want to be THE RAPIST. NO WAY! i dont rape people. it's too disgusting to do. im sorry therapists around the world. it's just that the only therapy i can do and help others is to make them crazy. YES. (:

rita zahara was a crescentian. how interesting. now that made me think and reflect if i really wanted to be a broadcasting reporter (one like her because it's fun. i like it). and yes i did because you get to travel. that's the next best thing other than to be a food critic. but.. NURUL! BE REALISTIC. WITH YOUR ENGLISH, THE BEST THING YOU CAN DO IS TO CORRECT THE AHPEKS AND AUNTIES AT THE COFFEESHOP. grr.

oh great. now let's rant on thoughts instead of daily life.

dammit. i dont actually feel great about myself and about life right now. like eww. my life is in a fantastic whole mess.

i just wanted to say it's over. it's over for me to play a fool. i must start doing something right each day. not to the left or wrong.

next, i dont feel nice about my results either. i think it's gonna screw up like any other screwdrivers will do to a screw. prelims was not just bad. it was a horrible, ugly, dirty, crappy, rubbish, terrible, bullsh*t thing i've done in my whole entire life.
my english: rubbish lot.
my malay: a broken record. never written such invaluable essay my hwole year this year.
my math: just get lost. i can't make it.
my amath: ohmygoodness la. it's as good as handing up a blank paper.
my bio: wonderful! like real. i dumped my mcq.
my phy-chem: it was the WORST paper in an evolution. it wasn't hard. but damn! i got all mixed up.
my lit: ohgreat. it was the only happy paper i took.
my ss: i can blended them in the blender.
my geog: i fried it chaota-ed.

i seriously can't make it mummie. im so so so sorry. i know you understand. but yeah. i feel guilty. not that i didn't study. it was jsut mixxing me up and churning me. like as if i was in a cement mixer. pointless!
i'd rather be cemented.

you guys can kick me if i get below twenty for this prelim. that's the last thing i was gonna get.
right at the bottom of my 4 rounds around the world list.

there's still some cluttered subjects in my mind. i can't put it in words though. ohwells. never mind. im only using a teeny weeny part of my brain anyway. there's still loads more room.

-sorry i can't eat stingray with you guys. (: think of me while you're eating it. maybe you'd be able to telepath some fish into my brain and tastebuds! (: love you people!

finally, i'd like to say thank you to my ever wonderful mother for being extra understanding for this matter. for now. (: love you too.