Statistics Show: Paranoia Killed Me.

I'm in Kuching now, using Aunt Sharon's(Mummy's good friend) Apple notebook. Kind of a cute-and-clean-looking-laptop-thing, Mum says she's going to buy me one if she starts working next year. Said I don't want one. What I want is just a new computer or digicam. Notebooks aren't for me right now. I'm just an SPM student after all.

Speaking of SPM, only a day or two before 2007 starts and it's study mode all over again, Apparently some of my friends have already started preparing for next year. I don't really believe them. Even if they have a headstart, we'll all still be at the same speed when studying. I admit I'm not the smartest student even though I'm supposedly in the smartest class in Form 4(well, apart from 4S2, but who cares about them, HaHa, Sarah will murder me). As I've written in earlier posts, I will try to stop my father from nagging by studying. Yes, I will study. Oh My Gawd. Study. Yes. Hmm. God help me.

According to previous posts, I might have exposed myself as an angry child. May I possibly redeem myself by saying, as long as I am properly taken care of, I will be a good boy. Yes I will. Unless of course I am stuck at home for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week and a deprived of any form of social interaction, then I will self-implode and destroy anything that annoys me with my awesome laser eye powers. Mmhmm. Maybe this is an epiphany of some sort, though I might not exactly know the meaning of the damn word, that maybe oxygen shoulden't be left by itself, because when it's provoked with a flame, it will blow you up like chocolate cake blows up your thighs. Okay, maybe I might not be the next Confucius but dammit, I'm trying.

Going back to my Christmas list, I think I might strike everything else out except the digicam and new computer. But I think for my own good, the computer can wait just a while longer till my SPM is done, or I might be playing more games that are completely unbeneficial to me, but, I'm not complaining, playing these games have introduced me to some amazing people that I might have never met 'offline'.

Is my blog boring? I bet it is because I STILL don't have a digicam to take some freaking pictures to pretty it up. Oh gawd, how I despise smokers. There are better and cooler ways to die, like saving a baby from a burning building then falling into a coma due to excessive smoke intake. Yes, not only do you save a baby, you get a page in the newspaper too. I shall ask father to try that sometime. I'm sure with lungs like his, he woulden't even SMELL the smoke. You betcha,

Can't wait to go back to school strangely. The holidays are just too filled with boredom and nothingness. I'd rather be in school, screaming away with Lydia, quarelling with Kristine like some sort of disfunctional couple, poking away with Grace, talk about RO with Samuel(??), sharing really horny hugs with Sarah in front of the whole school, being sarcastic with Chrispian(??), and doing prefect stuff. Oh, and I'm looking forward to the prefect camp next year for the '07/'08 bunch. Would be nice if we held it somewhere else apart from the school field. Am still not happy with the fact we're stuck with Mr. Patrick Avon as our teacher-in-charge. He freaking talked so long with us discussing the trip to KL after some prefect duties when school was still open. I hope he won't be that kind of empty-promises person. He isn't such a busy person for gawd sake. He's an ART teacher. You teach students to draw and spit paint on paper using straws, what's there to teach? Kids can do just as well by themselves if you leave them with the tools and materials. If any school authority reads this I am doomed. But I have the right to voice my opinion. I miss Mdm. Jenny. At least she kept meetings short and simple, just the way prefects need it. Not sermons from the almighty REPLACEMENT PKHEM. Why can't the afternoon prefect teacher-in-charge take over. He's more dominant. Just because he doesn't want to wake up so early. Hmph. Just great la.

Seriously, if any of the teachers read about this, I.am.doomed. But I don't care. At least my opinion is heard. Did I mention the food in Kuching was dissapointing? Well, at least I got to buy a really nie hush puppy sweater. It's very nice. Hmm, I think I'm running out of things to say. I hope this gets loaded or I will be seriously get pissy. Seeing as this place is a wireless connection place and I had had trouble getting to this page, there might be a chance this post would be f*cked up. Well, you woulden't be reading this if it was, so, yah. Lol.