Friday, April 25, 2008

I wasn't really studying.
I was playing some online games, that's damn childish.
To think my brother wanted to play what I played.

It's great mugging together, but I think I would prefer it when I'm alone.
A little disappointed today, cause it didn't rain during the HCL paper.
I was like, wtf, why never rain?
Obviously it never failed to have a thunderstorm on HCL exam days,
but my prediction proved to be wrong for this year.
Extremely disappointed.
Suddenly I miss the hall.
The exam feeling at the hall, great feeling.
Apparently it looks like we'll never return to that time.
I like the hall smell.
I miss the hall. give me one.
Oh well.

Anyway, I didn't write bao zhang bao dao, which is number 5.
I was talking to myself the entire time during the exam.
'you choose number 3 eh, narrative eh, sure boh?'
'I can only find one point for number 5. Write 3 lah.'
'you finally broke your tradition of choosing 2 and 5 for three years.'
'okay I've to stop talking to myself.'

I had some struggle to choosing 3, cause I don't like narratives one bit.
I don't specially rmb fanciful terms to use.
My vocabulary is damn limited.
Anyway, my best zuo wen's are always on my mother.
So let's just hope I get what I want.
Oh ya, I wrote half way to the climax, which sounds abnormally normal,
just by writing that one sentence, tears welled up and rolled down.
Perhaps is because I'm guilty of what I described in my zuo wen.
Neglecting my mother, by just entertaining her with
orh
uh
dui
huh
okay lor
shui bian lah
and I'll always blame her if I can't chew my breakfast properly,
because the bread always get stuck to my teeth.
I'll grow really fucked-up, and tell her not to have bread for breakfast.
I hate bread.
She gets pissed off and fucked-up too.
And she'll start her story of me preparing my own breakfast.

It's like I'm blaming my inability on her.
We should really appreciate our mothers.
I love you mummy.
Feel like crying now.

Love your mothers, everyone.
You'll come to regret it if you don't.
Trust me.

Going to mug now.
bye.

Do you have me in your heart?

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