This is it.

The blogging bug has bit me again and blogging pathogens are swimming in me. Just a moment and the white blood cells will start attacking it and in time I’ll probably get over this overwhelming sensation of blogging.

The new street times printed Girls Rule again for the Spm result.How demoralizing can that be? And I realize how the top student answered when everyone was prying out her how she studied.

“I want to thank God first.”

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Matthew 6:33

Boy smashes spm results in year 2011.

You wish.

Mod maths and Bio

Two more papers to go. The study of regular numbers and life. Holidays seem to be drawing near and I feel like I’m running towards it, makes time whizz pass you much faster. School has become more interesting with the papers degrading and a certain someone in front of me.

After the history paper I started to mouth colourful to the people around me. It’s funny to see different reactions, occasionally the glare of disgust. But one or two gave me a flying kiss. I think people think I’m weird. But better be out of the normal than in it no?

I was laughing when I it rain last night. All the people would be wet at the A.A.R concert. Digi you rock.

 

Is that a light? So do I run from it or run to it.

Darkness seems comfortable.

Humming during exams makes it spooky. Try it!

Wishes, may I have two?

Yeah that one by the side. Yup, that will do

Pixie dust, sold out? Desert lamps, run out?

How about some shooting stars, oh low in stock huh? Oh they come in meteors now a days

It’s ok, how about some dreams?

Haha really, No one believes in them? What happened to dreams do come true and all that trash?

Oh it turned out to be trash.

Hm..How about love?

Read the bible.

Let me wash my silky green hair

Against the water that comes

Born from mother nature

And surrounds me like little children

There goes my daughters

Bright as scarlet or ruby stones

But is enveloped by that mossy dress

Shielding its eternal beauty from straying eyes

Oo..Oo..

Don’t make too much noise that Mr.Owl

Oo..Oo..

Go back into eternal slumber

In my wrinkled tummy

Oo..Oo..

I’ll reveal a secret if you fall back to sleep

Have I ever told you how awesome Deepavali is?

It’s 12 and in 6 hours time I will be dragging my feet up for school.

Let’s look at the bright side, i get to sit alone, tomorrow’s two hard papers and i only have 15 mintues for a quick munch, I’ll be having a massive brain jam during both the papers, I need to wake up early. Yeah that would be nice. Let’s not look at the dark side where cookies are temptations.

Its back to reality,  and to stop dreaming for this time. What would life be without exams? I think I’ll be pretty dumb like patrick from spongebob. Heck, I wouldn’t even feel smart. But even than when do you ever get that hormon that burts happiness into your bloodstream.

Oh yeah when I get cookies at the dark side. Don’t tell my mummy.*Munch munch*.

In the holidays my friends plan to work in sushi king. I plan to work too, ask me if you do care. Because I won’t be getting paid, and my body would ache. I really think sushi king is a waste of money.

See you in 3 weeks than. Back to my little tempurung. Cookie?

P.S.I understand piktograf by the way.

The cupid striked

“There are many fishes in the sea” blasted masule.

” You make it sound like a game”.

A kick to my nostrials, a pull to my ears. I am still figthing with my oldself. I am still interested. But it’s a rough stone jabbing path and I think I’m riding it alone. Humanly of course. No one seems to want to join me, and the current from the other side seems to keep pushing me back. It’s like that system in the fish, where the current provides more oxygen to the lamealla?

It’s providing lots of needles all right. Why can’t I be like spongebob, just suck in all the water and trug along that little road with that optimistic smile and mentioning “Im ready” “Im ready” to myself.

Why can’t I not care what people think. And love songs don’t help either. Oh well back into my rock. I need a friend like patrick.

Who wants to be my fat pink friend?

A prayer by Joyce and praises from marcus singing “My God is so Big” and faith of little mustard seeds in the hearts of Shu Run, Pamela, Samuel and Jeremy brought a bus to the opposite side of the road. We should never doubt God.

Another miracle performed, another prayer Granted.

My God Is Big.

A blast to the pass

Maggie recently uploaded this picture into facebook. I use to look adorable, what has the world done to me?

I miss Sungai Way, though I was one of the only guy in my group. I still had fun, theres was hardly a line between male and females, we were just plain innocent kids. Maybe that’s why I can interact with girls so easily.

Come see me for a prize if you figured out which one I am.

uncoordinatedly disconbobulated

I have open a new gateway and welcomed you in to have a glance at my life. Pathetic?maybe, Foolish? I don’t think so, Seeking attention? Sure

I’ve sunk into peer pressure. Everyone on the SR09 team has got this thing, they have far too much time to spend. I have too much time to spend? It’s the holidays, what do you expect.

If you have found this thing I now own, you realize I’m going to have to kill you.

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