deja-vu v.2 [ rain... falling in my heart

Saturday, September 10, 2005

i swear i have a totally low tolerance for pain. so there.

sort of barged into my parents' room. dad asked me to pass him his phone. did so without much complains, but with much difficulty. felt myself turning pale. so mr. dad had this weird grin/smirk thingie on his face and was like, "what happened to you? you walk like you are/have great.."

walk like im in great pain? agony? peril of collapsing on the floor and begging you to call an ambulance? equivalent to having knives stuck into me? actually.. one knife is enough.. i'll be traumitized enough. erm.. yar. ok. sheesh.. i gotta stop exaggerating.

wish SOME people would stop dramatizing their lives. ok. i was dramatizing mine earlier on. but this one's a totally different case. plus.. i admit to it. THEY.. had their fun. so now's our turn. and hello?? you guys don't have to worry about SOME things cause your school makes it so much easier for you guys? so just shaddup and be a man [ which i highly doubt he is, but anywayyyy.. ] and just get it over and done with. geez. whiner.

oh yes. and i forgot. completely forgot about my 3-para-long-would-be-testimonial-under-the-guise-of-getting-to-know-you-better testimonial thingie. oh well.. tan can just give me a short and sweet one which goes.. "while [ lemme think for abit.. ] active in class [ that's what they all said after i decided not to sleep so much during lessons ], doesn't take pride in her work as seen from the reluctance and late-handing in [ or rather.. nil-handing in ] of work [ such as her would-be-testimonial.. ] and important documents which could be the only evidences of her having had a tetiary education, after her PSLE. an improvement in attitude would be greatly appreciated and can be attained if effort is put in. good luck mr. w. h. [ name protected for privacy ]."

bah. ok. i don't know what a testimonial looks like. but yar.. just some crap. poo.

the rain poured at 11:34 AM

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