Friday, May 22, 2009

im not banana

the regularity of rehearsals, we stoned. and nearly crack, shattering into pieces of fine grains of god knows what. despite having jing being all lame over the music in the air, her kiddish act on her handkerchief and being all poke-able throughout the rehearsals, i wouldnt be able to endure the bore of it.

people think i'm pretty much of a banana, more than i'd actually thought i am all along. oh gosh.. this is one moment of embarassment. your regular malaysian chinese, not so typically found. at least, not one who thinks she pass in her cina apek accent, but failed greatly.

i'd been speaking that way all my life and just in that random moment, i'd been told it wasnt original. and i thought im cina apek enough to pass for a typical chinese. things are plainly telling me to work harder in.. um, being a chinese?

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oh yes! i'm sure it is obvious enough to be understood clearly that i'd been really thinking crytically these days due to a certain simple condition of disappointments to come.

i know exams had been scaring every part of me horribly, but the results are.. scarier? perhaps..

papers were returned and i'd ascertain some freaky fact.

the papers which i'd received, in consecutive order, shows a constant gradual improvement of a mark. (eg. -7, -8, -9, -0) it's creepy..

strange
 

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