Bye

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Change your links. Visit me. Blah, blah, blah. All that jazz.

Teah X3

PS: Tina and Samantha, I'll keep visiting you guys. Don't worry. =)

El result~

As I have once said to Zimah, I can't speak Spanish.

Anyway, got the results today in less-than-enthusiastic fashion because I desperately needed to pee and I didn't want to go to the bathroom until I know them.

Sociology: B.
Geography: B. (Woot, Mr Kah is going to be so proud. I have to thank him.)
English Literature: C. (Secondary school friends: Prepare for a seizure! SHOCK HORROR! Teah got a C!)
General Paper: b

So, I can't say I'm proud, in fact I am not satisfied. I wanted at least one A. But oh well, that's how life goes. Although I'm shock with the English Literature.

Kay's reaction: "HOLY MOTHER OF VENUS! C FOR AN ENGLISH SUBJECT? WHAT ARE YOU? COCONUTS?"

But that aside, I guess I'm alright. All that two years of hard work paid off. I'm even planning to go to SMSAB before I start Uni to show to my ex-Geography teacher's face that I AM AWESOME.

So, yeah. That's all. I really wasn't enthusiastic about the results. I think it's Jo's fault for being too calm with me when I chatted with her... Oh, and of course, her very talented ability to rhyme flames at the Ministry.

So... that's all. Because right now I have to listen to my darling best friend who is currently studying in Portsmouth rant about me and my hopefully-soon-to-be-life in UK. He's so confident that I'm going. Doesn't make me love him less. =)

Teah X3

Pouring it out

Ear Candy: Ryan Adams and The Cardinals

My name is in the Commonwealth Essay Writing website. I just noticed, and I'm just telling you. Out of thousands entered, my name is there. Not my classmates, whom I usually think are better writers than myself. But me. Me, me, me. And funny enough, an English department teacher told me I'm their favourite "thing" to talk about in their department after I got awarded. So, they felt I brought along some pride to the college.

Funny, isn't it? When you think no one gives a rat's ass about you? But then, you walked into a room to find your name mentioned and you start to feel uneasy because you became paranoid and you're thinking, "should I go back out or should I pretend to not hear them and just go in as I intended to do?" After my teacher told me that they discuss about me so many times, I wasn't sure if I should feel comfortable or not.

I was never in a situation where teacher's cared about me. A few times in SRAD, but it faded out early. Never in SMSAB, except Mr G but I never see him as a teacher; more like a mentor and a friend. But when I walked into that room last Thursday to hear my name being cat-called from one end of the room to the other, I feel... well, significant. Like I have some sort of authority over these people who are older than me. Most of the teachers I never even talked to nor do I know them. They knew my name and I nearly freaked out. And they were saying, "You won the Commonwealth award, didn't you?" and all I did was nodded my head and gripped on Zirah's arm out of fright.

It's one thing to win a prestigous award, but another thing to have people talk about you. No matter if they're praising what you did. I'm not used to getting in the limelight even at the amount of stage productions I've joined. I just join stage because I like being there, putting on a façade, not being myself. I live in fantasy, and my family knows that with the amount of time I spend reading or writing or blasting songs in my room in addition to the fact that I don't go out and hang out with my friends.

People feel sorry for me for shunning myself away from social life. But I detest, I like being at home. I like reading, I like writing and I love my music. I like interacting with people on the internet. I have enough social skills to last for another ten years at the moment. I don't need people's pity.

And to top it all of: I don't even remember what I wrote. I was about to make a portfolio of my writing so I had it printed. My award-winning essay is somewhere in my room, but I can't find it. It's probably under my pile of A Level folders.

I'm in dilemma. I won something and I don't even know why I won. I want to read it again, to justify myself if I deserve the attention and the award or not.

I'm fidgeting to take Journalism for a University course now.

later: I found the essay!
And now I would like to scream, "HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID THAT  WON AN AWARD?!"

Teah X3

How the radio sound

Ear Candy: Radio Sound by William Tell

Evidence that I really need to get a job. ASAP:

• I'm typing people random testimonials on Friendster.
• I'm texting my cousin out of boredom. Like, OMG! FAMILY RELATIVE SMS! She, like myself, don't have a school to go to.
• I wrote six stories so far. The plot goes nowhere on the second story and the recent one I wrote is too emotional. And I kept throwing my readers off course. Hahaha.
• I went to Vivie's house even though she assured me that she is ill. I went anyway! Just to spite her.
• I'm reading my old books. Like the books I read five times already before.
• I'm bothering Jud more than usual. He's annoyed with me now because I was irritating him about the girl he liked. Har, har.

I feel mightily betrayed. *Sniff, sniff* Syazwan informed me that he got a job already and Jud told me two nights ago that he got accepted to tutor at some place. The latter is BETRAYAL!! How could you, Jud?? How could you?? *Cries*

One month break was enough to kept me off insanity. I still don't understand how some people worked immidietely after A Levels ended. I would've gone nutcase then. But hey, they got a job now. Happily drowning themselves in wages.

Not that I need money anyway. Money's no issue for me. I don't use them and I actually hate them. I only buy MnM's with my money. Which isn't particularly healthy. I just want something to fill in my time...

Because when you're writing all the time (like my current situation) your imagination starts going nowhere. I need a new muse.

Speaking of muse... Maybe I should watch Wonderfalls. That's always worth the time.

Oh wait... no DVD player. Stupid older brother.

I. WANT. A. JOB. I'M. GOING. TO. DIE. I'LL. JUMP. OFF. A. CLIFF

Except I can't find a cliff...

Oh yeah, my dad's cool and all. When I told him that I'm bored he told me to go to my room and sing. Does he not know that singing in your room gets boring after a week???? I got bored doing that a month ago!
People are trying hard to spite me. YOU'RE NOT BREAKING ME THAT EASY!!

*Goes off to Google-research about any nice-looking available cliffs in Brunei*

Teah X3

A request

Give me a good one next week. It sounds conceited, but I hated what have happened for the past four years; I felt hatred, unspecial and unwanted. I'm expecting a horrible one this year since I don't go to school anymore, and I don't want it. So, a week prior the date of the day: GIVE ME A GREAT ONE.
You don't know if I'd be around next year to celebrate.

Veering off the topic...

I made this in my room:

Click to see actual size.
Yep, I'm being emotional. *Tear*

I'm updating this, on a not-so-regular basis. Twice a week, once a week. Because I want to keep this page alive since no one can access my LiveJournal unless you friend me. And I'm not friending any Brunei people, except Nadiah but even so, she's Malaysian. *Shrugs*

I spent an afternoon at Vivie's house, watching TV and taking care of her illness. Haha. <3

Zirah/Zibo rocks! I think I got her convinved to join BGIC. If we're lucky, we'd be fellow delegations of a certain country. *Fingers cross*

He said he misses me. I'm content of that. =)

Teah X33333

Unshamless plug: MY BROTHER.
Because his pictures suddenly got better.

Edit:
Me and my stupid sister:
My Man & i says:Marry me

Teah--Signed. Sincerely, Me. says:no

Teah--Signed. Sincerely, Me. says:i dont support incest

My Man & i says:Wiggle ur bum 4 me

Teah--Signed. Sincerely, Me. says: geez, you have your own ass to ogle at