*COLOUR-FLYING RESULTS
< *Get married to HyunJoong or JaeJoong?8D
*Become a wonderful watercolour painter
*Finishes all my fiction and get a blast of comments from them!
*Forever Friends with my 38 Gang~ <3
*Forever eat food that is cooked by my dad~ <3
*Eat, sleep and do nothing?

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It's rainin'
It's rainin'
The fugging sky is rainin'

It's really raining.
I'm suddenly feeling SUPER lucky.
Since we managed to finish the station games -
Before the rain starts pouring down,
and before the thunder wilds up as if it'll bbq you.

So uhm, let's bring up about the KL Trip yesterday.
We went to the museum - to look at historical subjects.
And my friends screamed when they say the word 'sejarah',
which they had gone crazy revising for PMR. ==
Bunch of suggers. Ahahah.
And before we even knew it, we were looking at:
-instruments(OMG, They sugged. ==" The strings on the violins are ... Like: "Strings 2 and 3 Wanted" I mean, they're missing ==)
-Asean Exhibition(A lot of friggin things I dont understand. Haha)
-Rocks (Ooooh, that's interesing. I saw Perak Man, superb)
-Uhm, stamps or something. (Ugh)
-PKM days (... I saw something in that hideout... OMG. haha)
(Anyway you won't understand what I mean unless you're following my gang going around posting like idiots and screaming like ghosts. Okay, we're actually well mannered childrens, so we're quite - You know, PRAISED. WAHAHA)

And then around 11 something we arrived at KLCC.
Okay, this experient SUGGED.
I love the museum better. Petro Science ain't a place for ALIENS.
My ufo cant go into the door and it was stucked outside.
And there were so lot of commotion. =="

Skip it to TODAY.

Station Game. OKAY, THEY SPILT OUR GROUP UNTIL WHAT'S LEFT IS:
ME AND FATTY PEI, SUGGISH.
And we were paired up with Yang. OMG.
Shitty hell. And blah blah blah.
We're off to
Station1 : Memory Challenge
-I think I need to renew my brain GB
Station2 : Personal Things into A line
-Okay, they suggested we use bra. But I'm never doing that.
-We had crazy things like shoelace, shoe undietone, necktie(whoa),hair(lol),but no one wants to take off their fuggin shirt.
Station3 : Find the Key and Open the Lock
-This game is SUGGISH. My leg is ALL Frozen in that ice water.
-The heck they wanted me to look for the key with my legs bounded with two other girls, but lucky us to get the right key and the right lock in only one try. I LOVE MY LUCK.
Station4 : Passing Rubber-Band
-Lucky that my straw was not really short. Wahaha.
Station5 : Spidey
-... Thanks Yang for breaking the strings and making it easier for me to pass through it - but still my hair is glued. Shoot. And I'm all wet.
Station6 : Blow the pingpong ball
-I GIVE UP. (Haha, we lost again)
Station7 : Blow the candles
-But we're out of breath! Whatever, still full marks. We did it.
(by holding our members and preventing them to slip)
Station8 : Pull the bucket?
-Uhm, I'd say the station master was too tired. Ahaha. I dont think we even played this game. Ahahahaha!

And now my hair is glued.
My black tee is white.
And my shoes is lumped (Oooh, feet).
I didnt wear my shoes. Ahahaha!
It hurts. =^=
Desperate and craving, but nothing will return.
I'm like all exhausted hoping and waiting,
even if I don't look tired,
I'm already very, very fed up.

Thank goodness, I'd always have my lovely friends.
They'll stay with me, during my hard times,
and I know they'll still be there when I'm better.

Don't it make you want to tell your friends you love them?

I love you guys.
Am I happy?

I don't know what's happiness really like, though.
Happiness has its own aspects.
I'm happy with my life, my friends, but not some things.

Okay, what do you guys see me as?

A random, crazy fella who used to be a clown in a party?
Or a quiet emo who used to sit in the corner glaring through you?
Or just a plain person whom you never noticed?
Okay, I see myself as a complex person.
Super complex. A mix of love, tears, angst, and some times hatred.
Okay, the last one isn't qutie true. Depends.
People acknowledge me as an, alien. I'd say.

Skip it.

Okay, I've been bothers by some things lately.
Some things.
And some not really big matter things.
Slap myself on the sides.

I don't even know why I'm bothered.
So now what I can do is shaddup and listen to my heart?
Or would it be best for me to lie to myself?
Or maybe just, flows with fate's super natural current?

I need an answer.
I'm full of questions.
Wahaha. It sounds like another emo post.
Don't worry. I'm fine.

Just confused about some things.
It's either me, hallucinating,
Or, either I've gotten it wrong.
Or maybe, it's really him.

My God, when I was walking home this afternoon.
I met an old friend form form one.
So when I'm done talkin' to him,
I turned to my normal routine,
A small lane to my home since I figured it'll be fine.
But then.

Guess what I saw.
I saw a man, a Malay man, wearing red tee and red helmet.
Poking his head out from the wall on the turning of the lane.
And when he saw me,
He hid himself back in the walls.
And I saw his hands on his zip.

Okay.
I think I recognise this guy.
And I qucikly ran away.
Lucky I wasn't too far from the main road.
And I saw my form one friend.
I told him there's a pervert in that lane.
And he looked like me as if I'm nuts.

Whatever. So I quickly ran back home.
And I was shaking, but I've experienced it once.
So I'm not shaking like there's no tomorrow like last time.

Okay. I think I just met a stalker.
And I swear I'll never walk myself home again ALONE.
Muahahahaha!
I'm done with my *fugging* PMR!
Though it's just a pass for me to form 4.
But it doesnt harm to pass with superb*gulp* retuls aeeey'?
Anyway, remembering the past five days.

First day (7/10- Wed)
- Malay
I was sucko.
I'm so nervous I peed in my pants.
Oh, as if I'd ever do that.
Wahaha.

Second day (8/10 - Thurs)
- Science, English
English was so oh-right.
Science was so Oh-My-Fugging-God how can they just-
DO THAT TO ME?
Anyway, CS never got used in Science so I'm waiting for a
'Baby'. :D B

Third day - (9/10 - Friday)
-Geography
Okay, putting only this sub is a stupid thing.
I had yesterday killed me.
And I slept whole day after I got home on Friday.
Oh, I vommited early morning after gobbling down fried chicken.
:D

And we had a weekend rest. Wahaha. Syok~nya.

Fourth day - (12/10 - Mon)
-Maths, Sej
These two subjects surprised me like.
OMFG hard works pay off to something nice.
Seriously.
AH, and two fatties dropped by my house to rest.
And Wriggly screamed when she saw Ying's old photo.
Wahahaha.

Lasr day - (13/10 - Tues IT'S TODAY!)
-KH, Chinese
Wahahaha!!! WAHAHAHA!
Okay, I don't have anything to say...
But oh, when we were on our way back to school for Chinese.
It's afternoon after lunch.
We saw a snake in the grass,
And for God's sake you'll walk away when you see it right?
So when I said, "OMG, IT'S A SNAKE!"
Wriggly who was friggin having this snake-phobia jumped.
Jumped to the middle of the road, and vroom vroom.
A lorry was coming by.
And to*ahem*save her life*ahem*,
I pulled her pinafore back.

She was safe, alright.
But her pinafore........

SORRY BABY!!! T_T T_T


Okay, when I got back to the hall.
I think maybe I'm not focuing so much.
I sat on the wrong seat. Wahaha.
I was like - Huh? Why is my IC wrong?
... Name : Yee Sye Ying.
.... When was I named Yee Sye Ying?...

DANG DANG DANG!

I'M SITTING IN THE WRONG PLACE.

So anyway, MERDEKA X7!

THANK YOU FOR FREEING ME FROM PENJAJAHAN PMR,
Uh, who should I thank?
Uh... Minister of the Kementerian Pelajaran? XD

Muaaaacks <3
I won't be around for the next few days.
I had tons of history to study.
Though I'm done with KH.
But not with Maths and Chinese.

Let's all fight for the FORM 4 PASSPORT!

Good luck to all my pals.
Good luck to all of you,
Who's taking your PMR,
Or whatever exam,
All over the world,
Or even aliens who are stressed up,
With your own study. :D
*pops out from air*Yoohoo~
How'd you do?
Fine? Not Fine? Feeling yucky?
And me?
Guess my condition.

Today we'll do another poem!!!
It's called Poppin' wahahaha!
*slaps myself*
Sorry, too bored. D:
And this is no emo poem.


I popped into the air
Dissapearing
I popped out of the air
Appearing
I know I'm stupid
For poppin'
Yet what else can I do
Besides poppin'?

You popped into my life
Bringing life to me,
You popped out of my life
Stealing a piece of me,
Yet I never really had been
A single pop in your life.
Had I just been something
That's never seen?

Maybe I shall continue poppin'
Just like what you did.
Having thoughts about
Stealing a piece from people
I'd popped into.
Made me feel so much better.

I don't care a damn
If you just popped out.
I'd thank you for going away
By my favourite poppin'.
At least you did something
That I liked, somehow.

Dedicating this to: Poppy Poppin'.
*slaps myself again*
Wahaha. I'd write an equation for you.
Too bored + alien = Random Poems.



Allow me with some random scribbles.
Book-ing is somewhat boring.
I've come to spam with a random poem that has surface my mind.


Suddenly,
The sounds were unheard,
The stories told were just nonsense,
All the things we did were nothing,
Not even mere memories to be shared.

Is it all just a play?
Where the stage is me?
And you who left just after
The show ended.

Fading, fading...

All the memories fading,
The smiles from you fading,
You who faded from my life.

I will soon come to a resolution.
Of what I should do with the stage.
Of what to do to mend broken hearts and rage.

So, it's fine if you perish off.
I think I'll be fine.
After all, I've been like this for
Many, many years.
I'll soon come to find a new player,
to play a game with me on the stage,
to perform the play life had created.

Fade into the shadows,
Conceal yourself with darkness.
So I may never see you again.
And so even the miserable hearts and sensations,
Would fade into nothing but dust.



Dedicating this : to NOBODY.
Since it's written for nobody anyway.
You know, sometimes teens just like to write something like this,
and since I have some of those wriggling feelings to write a poem.
This is born straight on direct inspiration.
Comment in the postbox if you have anything to say. :D
I'm almost done booking.
But my Confidence is sorta fading.
The more I book.
The more I fade.
The more I'm tired.

This is no emo post no worries.
Okay, My confidence is not fading.
It's just something shaking within me.
That's all.

Shake shake shake.
Where's my cha-cha shaker?




Anyway, they say:

Good friends are good bra, they support you,
AND lifts you up when you're down.

Good day with my Good bra.
Good day with my lameness.
Good day with my randomness.
Good day spamming my blog.
Good day booking. :D
Out of Clutter,
Find simplicity.

From discord,
Find harmony.

In the middle
Of difficulties,
lies

OPPORTUNITY.

-Einstein

Good luck to me,
Good luck to my friends,
Good luck to everyone fighting for
World War 3 PMR exam.

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