08 November 2010
I am in the midst of deciding my combination for 'A' Levels.
It's actually a really difficult process.
Who knew a 16-year-old teenager had to force himself to think seriously about his future.
How times have change.
Thinking about the future, like way deep down into the future, makes me feel uncomfortable.
I'm scared of the unknown and this is as unknowing as it gets.
I am 87% settles on English & Linguistics, Literature, Mathematics, Biology and General Paper.
Yes, I am a proponent of the English language.
And yes, I am also a thoroughly proud supporter of my native language, Malay.
I love the languages.
YES.
I should be revising Higher Malay stuff.
The 'O' Level paper is in a day's time.
So is the graduation night which I could give shit for.
To quote K$K$ (K$ha you dumdum!):
"You can't even imagine the immensity of the fuck I'm not giving about your..."
You get the picture.
One thing that I most certainly do care about (besides the 'O' Level paper) is the trip to London.
Imma be like a jetsettin' star come Wednesday, yeh.
If it wasn't for my friends who I care for, I wouldn't have wanted to go for the stupid dinner.
It holds little meaning or significance to me.
I honestly would rather stay at home and watch my tv shows like the loser that I am.
But I digress... And nag way too much.
Right.
I'm going to go read up on Malay stuff.
I'll see you around.
One more thing.
Rihrih's album, Loud, is quite solid.
I like it. Especially when she (whether or not forcibly) uses her Bajan twang.
It makes me want to gyrate the lower regions of my body in ways that only Ms. Fenty knows how as in her plausible though not at all feeble attempt at dancing in her Rude Boy video.
Yes, I just typed a whole sentence that's a redundancy in itself when I could've just mentioned the video.
Alright then. I'm sleepy.
Good night.
11:52 PM
