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Wednesday, July 9, 2008


Hello RESULTS! thanks for making my day. -_- As expected, it was shitty. @#$@$%&* though i only got back my bahasa and maths paper. thank God i passed malay.hopefully I'll pass my sastera too.maths was beyond disappointment. i just don't know what?why?how?-am i supposed to react after receiving back my wonderful results. i knew that i will fail, miserably.but it's just that kind of feeling you get after failing for your paper, one after another, exams after exams. actually, I'm kinda sick of telling people that "I'll confirm fail, cos i didn't study." like whatever la Ria. its your freaking exams and who asked you not to study.it's my choice. damn stupid choice. hah. those irritating phrase are just somehow to comfort myself and excuses to tell everyone that you're not stupid to fail so badly.rightt.. and now,i don't even have the courage to tell my father about my results.i know he will nag-and-nag and scold me for playing too much.but i know that deep down inside, he's disappointed in me.haiz. what else is there to be proud of besides being proud of your own children achievement.there's nothing much for my family to offer.it's the small things in Life that makes a different in our lives.money cant buy happiness. cheh.whatever ria. i hate disappointments and regrets. toot la.

For the past few days, my father has been nice but naggy.for almost every single day, he'll lecture to me about my attitude.about how I'm lacking in self-discipline.about how there's no reason for my late coming.about how pampered i am.about how i take things for granted. and about everything under the sun. ha! DISCIPLINE!!! DISCIPLINE! i need that. -__- i need a change! haaaaaaaaaaa!!! ((:
there's more that i wanted to say actually.but sometimes, some things are better left unsaid.righttt.. action speak louder than words.ha! I'm confused with myself. cheh. no no. I'm not some lost child. just that i wonder alot. i wonder how.i wonder why. hahahaha! what the toot.. school's fine so far.. but, there's always a BUT! freaking butt! LOL!lame.
can you not..
can i not..!
can i just fly away?
can this thing stop..
stop talking to myself!
nonsense.
wtfcuk am i talking about..
kay.nvm. don't ask me. thanks.heh.

if I'm dreaming, don't wanna let, hurt my feelings
but that's the path,i believe in
and i know that time will heal it,
I'm gonna smile' cause i deserved to
it'll all get better in time..




Our lives improve only when we take chances, and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.
-Walter Anderson

Riaaaaaaaaaaaaaa