Thursday, May 26, 2005
ive had enough lar. why delude myself thinking that something good will come out of today? cause it effing wont lar. if today's entry had been a series of entries. fuck would have dominated ur screens. i dont give an effing damn whether u feel affected or not. i really dont give a damn. i dont want to write in a way which will please the whole world. this is me. if i feel like making today's entry more colorful than i will.

but ive effing lost the mood to write well. i hate it when my com hangs and stuff. cause it sucks.

today is the last day of school. but it seems like the first day of hell. first time im feeling so down on a last day.

i dont understand the point really of prancing around in twirly little flare skirts and doing effed up dance routines and shouting urself silly. im not pro-house systems and i dont think i ever will be unless i take part in some mega important event like running long distance or whatever. cheerleading is stupid and it takes up so much time. u spend days and hours on end perfecting a pathetic routine which u will showcase for only 2 mins on the actual day.

u cant even take 5 mins off ur oh-so-tight schedule to send in that bloody effed up malay project which is due since like forever. ur lame excuses of ur com hanging each time u tried to send it and ur not having cikgu's email are really lame. i offered to do it but u wanted it. but u screwed it up. so yeahh. tks a lot ah. added burden to all these lame shits. really tks a lot ah ms rnb-im-so-in-love-with-cheerleading-it-really-rawks.

good friends quarrel too. get that into ur heads dear classmates.

garnet house tee sucks la. 5 bucks for a disgusting ah beng logo? such a bloody embarrassment. contradicting that stupid warrior on the sleeve. its like a cross btw spitfire and no fear. u get the idea? think kenny. imagery works best at times like this. yet ppl still wana steal it. wth. ppl saunter into my class and took away that disgusting tee while i was having history. at least leave the undesired tee lar. so i have sth to wear tmr. told ram and he gave some offhand excuse. needs a slap that man. im nt gona pay for another tee. no tee im not gg tmr. what can u do asshole?

its pissing me off.

gp exam today. thank god for my parenthood essay. such a morale booster. lunch sucked lar. canteen was so wiped clean. no stall selling anything at all. wth. and tt effing drink stall auntie. not happy no need to throw money la. not happy dont sell lar. what happened to being polite huh? never buy drink from u will die meh ha? first time i slept during an essay exam. still got time to dream.

it was the worst essay i have ever submitted. i scrawled and scribbled. cancelled out so many words. its messy. an eye sore. unsightly! yuckk. i didnt have time to re write. thank god for planning. at least enough points to substantiate my essay. but it was the worst exam of my life. compre was tricky larr. a hundred times harder than o levels sia. but managed to scrape thru.

why would people want to prolong life? wth for? seen enough. done enough. gone through enough. still want some more? greedy idiots. enough is enough lar. die den die lar. good what. end all ur worries.

im confident of passing. did that come off as boastful? do i look as if i care? i dont. cause the paper is bloody over and done with. i dont want to think abt anymore shits. if i think i passed and i didnt den so be it. i still have promos to tackle.

its so sickening sometimes how some people who feel good after doing a paper tries to bring others down. after being so drained u just had to push their morales even lower. like wth. you dont have to question what i wrote with such snob. so what if i got the info wrong? i dont care. its OVER.

yeah tks again ah julie for rushing off to cheerleading prac. leaving me and siettie to struggle with the malay project.

waited half an hour for stupid bus to come. and when it did stupid ppl inside refused to move to the back of the bus. like there were so many empty seats? so yeah i was making a lot of noise and so was siettie and is. and so was this big busted american lady. she was reprimanding the bus driver. asking him to tell the passengers to move to the back. tt its his job. and the blundering driver replied 'i no no engrish.'

and so the stupid american lady screamed at people to move TO THE BACK OF THE BUS. 'what are you people? stupid or what?' eh si ang mo. u come here dont make a fuss lar. yeah its not his job. nobody asked u to do it also what. not happy wait for another bus larr. idiot sia. just because ur ang moh doesnt mean that ur more superior lar please. learn how to respect ppl a bit can?

had dinner at siettie's hse. did project work. still pissed at julie. she didnt pick up any calls sia. and when she finally called it was at 9 plus. all she did was offer to pay for binding the things together. its ok. u sleep lar. must be tired from cheerleading. leave it to me and siettie to stay awake thru the night to complete it.

im busy larr. stop bothering me can? cant u see my nick? it says busy and STOP HARASSING ME. cant u get the clue? and omg. my dear unity bao beis. im coming down tmr. really im coming. no need to ask and ask. im performing with u guys also. so yeahh. tks mubz for that invite. yeahh. like i was running all over sg to get a pair or at least one so that i can surprise that fellow but all the while he has a few with him?

after all the whines and stuff on my blog. yeah tks to you also. fated that i should go lar. fated. *rolls eyes

and please. calling me shahriah is far from funny. its stupid nonsense and total crap. the next person who calls me that will get hell. i swear. funny right shahriah? eff. no one's to call me riah. u either call my chinese name or u dont call me at all. simple?

azman wtf. chill lar. np concert only. big deal is it? dont go den dont go lar. big loss is it?

my dear regulars. i already said today i really no time lerr. im sorry okayys. u have to settle wombat's card urself. i sign only okayys. sighhs.

im off to do my malay project. toodles.

riahh ranted at 11:27:00 PM