C'EST ENNUYEUX.

shuk ling should know what this means ;P

no matter how much i feel like dying now, i will take the time to blog. like, seriously blog.

as to why i feel like dying now (and i am speaking the truth) i had a really really tiring 3 set game of badminton at tropicana club (they finally removed mummy off the blacklist).

played doubles with elder sister against dad and younger sister and lost not-that-badly considering that dad is leaps and bounds better than all of us. but, we still managed to tie at 20-20 and then suddenly out of nowhere, my dad smashes twice during both tie-breaking rounds (at 20-20 you need a 2 point lead to win) to secure his win against us, two complete noobs.

and to add to the iwanttofriggindienow feeling, i, the HORRIBLE SELF-CENTERED IDIOTIC PIECE OF SHIT overslept and missed violin class today. and i made teacher wait and call and get disappointed because i didn't show my bloody ass up. i feel like a horrible human being for doing such a thing like this. and we have 4 replacements now! omwtvushiew. PLUS, the freaking exam is in november and i still have chromatics to fix and sight reading to buck up and TWO MORE PIECES TO LEARN. arghhhh.

the holidays are ending! i haven't studied one single miserable bit of anything. i am so screwed. i hear the toilet bowls flushing around me. there goes my grades. and my phone. gosh, i hate this stupid exam-oriented syllabus. it makes students to engrossed in studies to even have a life anymore. stupid education life suckers ministry of malaysia.

i just feel like a piece of shit defiling every damned thing i touch. you know what, i will start addressing myself as piece of shit from now on so i can remind myself on what a stinky, ugly thing which people tend to avoid very often.

i wanttojustfadeawayandbecomeapieceofnothing.

i'm such a phailure. i phail so much i can't even spell it properly anymore ):