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nobody, nobody

but you.

i would even give up th world just fer that smile of yours.

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Friday, May 22, 2009

oh this post is specially dedicated of some sort to th Advanced Live Ops that I went thru with some other people (:

It was hell - YES, i agree. But those 55 mins of hell was when I ,myself , really thought of what I really wanted, which some of it was not written on my paper. One PM was like, "A1 for EMaths? Sure not?" THAT line , was supposed to be motivational but erm, thanks alot ah. Well, we were SUPPOSED to aim very high. So, A1 lor for EMaths. I kept repeating to myself "I WANT TO GET AN A1 FOR EMATHS." Just after 15 mins or so, my arms couldnt take it anymore. I knew that I was going to cry uh, but at that point, i was like "WHO CARES?" Human beings have feelings whut. So, tears rolled down my cheeks like waterfall uh. :'(

5 mins later, I kinda stopped crying. Kinda. Then suddenly, this PM Darryl (i think) come up to me and say "Just now you say your mum want you to go MI. See, your parents have very high expectations of you (...)" and I started crying. His words was not actually very motivating la, I cried cuz my arms like hell pain. And he came agn (when i wasnt crying) and talk smth agn, AND I CRIED AGAIN. WHUT THE HELL LA , why i cry whenever he come. PROBLEM SIA.

OH YEAH, thanks alot to this PM, who go pull my paper. Knowing me right, OBVIOUSLY, I PULLED IT BACK HARDER. He pulled again, I got so fucking frustrated, I PULL VERY HARD until tear. FFFFFFFFFFFFF SO DIFF TO HOLD IT UP YOU KNOW. Nvm, it was a test of patience. HAIS.

OH YES, one of my goals , " I WANT TO MEET TAUFIK BATISAH IN PERSON. " Make fun of this goal for all you want ,but I am really now motivated to reach this goal. One day, one day.

I really learnt alot from this 55 mins. I really hope that I can achieve all these before I die. I really do. All this and more. All my tears weren't tears, but it was everything I gave to show that I want , WANT , to achieve my goals and dreams.

Thank you all those PMs who motivated me la eh.
(:

eh , those who cry (guys included) ARE CERTAINLY NOT GAY OR WEAK. It simply shows that they GAVE THEIR ALL FOR THIS THANG! :D

Friday, May 22, 2009

oh this post is specially dedicated of some sort to th Advanced Live Ops that I went thru with some other people (:

It was hell - YES, i agree. But those 55 mins of hell was when I ,myself , really thought of what I really wanted, which some of it was not written on my paper. One PM was like, "A1 for EMaths? Sure not?" THAT line , was supposed to be motivational but erm, thanks alot ah. Well, we were SUPPOSED to aim very high. So, A1 lor for EMaths. I kept repeating to myself "I WANT TO GET AN A1 FOR EMATHS." Just after 15 mins or so, my arms couldnt take it anymore. I knew that I was going to cry uh, but at that point, i was like "WHO CARES?" Human beings have feelings whut. So, tears rolled down my cheeks like waterfall uh. :'(

5 mins later, I kinda stopped crying. Kinda. Then suddenly, this PM Darryl (i think) come up to me and say "Just now you say your mum want you to go MI. See, your parents have very high expectations of you (...)" and I started crying. His words was not actually very motivating la, I cried cuz my arms like hell pain. And he came agn (when i wasnt crying) and talk smth agn, AND I CRIED AGAIN. WHUT THE HELL LA , why i cry whenever he come. PROBLEM SIA.

OH YEAH, thanks alot to this PM, who go pull my paper. Knowing me right, OBVIOUSLY, I PULLED IT BACK HARDER. He pulled again, I got so fucking frustrated, I PULL VERY HARD until tear. FFFFFFFFFFFFF SO DIFF TO HOLD IT UP YOU KNOW. Nvm, it was a test of patience. HAIS.

OH YES, one of my goals , " I WANT TO MEET TAUFIK BATISAH IN PERSON. " Make fun of this goal for all you want ,but I am really now motivated to reach this goal. One day, one day.

I really learnt alot from this 55 mins. I really hope that I can achieve all these before I die. I really do. All this and more. All my tears weren't tears, but it was everything I gave to show that I want , WANT , to achieve my goals and dreams.

Thank you all those PMs who motivated me la eh.
(:

eh , those who cry (guys included) ARE CERTAINLY NOT GAY OR WEAK. It simply shows that they GAVE THEIR ALL FOR THIS THANG! :D