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Saturday, November 8 ( New attempt at super bimbotic blogging… @ 15:48:00 ) It was a sign people when a certain inconsiderate bugger spoilt the speaking test for us. Freaking idiot (sorry but seriously mad) Not only was the person pretending to be smart (which make me puke), but guess what, RUDE too. Freaking idiot!!!! Just imagine how angry I am to be actually saying the word idiot. There you go..thrice in one paragraph.. I need to stop cursing.. it’s bad for health..mental and literally… I need wider vocabulary, I need a thesaurus to search for word to replace bugger and idiot. Okay. Four times. Stop. So, this morning, I went for the exam at 7.30 am which was miraculous because I slept at way past 3am this morning. Thanks to mom asking me to sleep early, I lost one of my double eyelid again!!! Third time this year. I need to stop sleeping so much. Sigh. Okay fine, a bit of sleeping, no, a lot of sleeping and some crying is enough to make my eyelid swell for weeks of months. So, it’s goodbye double eyelid for months or weeks, if I am lucky… Sigh.. I will stop complaining about having small eyes if I get my double eyelid back soon. Mom is not making it easier. When I whine about it yesterday over the phone, she told me to get some eyelid glue and glue it…. Where got time????!!! I sleep till so darn late can? Oh yeah, guess what? My Bio lecturer accuse me of not being able to wake up when I miss one freaking class on Friday.. I never miss his class can..Still say me like that. Bad Mr. Ng… Well, mostly it’s due to Maths 1.. I totally give up on Maths.. Sorry Mr. Khor.. I really can’t do it. My brain can’t process numbers. It just can’t spin! Oh, where was I? I really have bipolar disorders weih. So talkative. Mom said so, I know so… Why must I be so talkative.. Cannot shut up one when I start blabbing. If I earn money as much as I talk I would be a zillionaire by now… Oh yeah, which bring me back to my topic. We are the lab mice-once again, testing out the new format for the first time. Why always so “lucky” one har? So, taking it in uni, no practice, never see one example of past year paper even, courageously walk into the exam hope knowing very little of what to expect. So random… The only practise I had was being up past midnight onlining trying to look for the new format of MUET and stumble across some IELTS and TOEFL practise. Did some vocabulary test online and listening. Ended up listening to BBC News through the whole night. I just got to know about podcasts-I know, so last millenium. You know what? Podcasts are AWESOME!!! I love ‘em! Though the BBC News were tormenting but nonetheless helpful because the listening this morning was so much simpler than the news, minus the strong British accents which I can make nothing out of… Glee.. Don’t throw forks and spoons at me people… I am serious., Try listening to clips with strong British accent. Will die… Oh yeah, the listening part was okay except for the fact that we were pathetically or me at least, were trying to catch what they were talking about in FAKE accent. How pathetic.. Pity the international students because the invigilators were talking in Malay! I mean hello, it’s call MALAYSIAN UNIVERTIY ENGLISH TEST for goodness’ sake. My biggest loss would be my speaking test the other day because of the scumbag (there I found a new word) and the writing for this morning. When I was half way writing the first task Istarted to cry and scream and ran out of the exam hall. No lar, that was in my imagination which reminds me I have chaotic thinking and also rant and rave. Great… I was so lazy to write and face it, I am bad at writing stuff like summary. Luckily no summary. Let’s just say I can’t write short. I have the tendency to beat around the bush and end up writing a six pages essays when I am suppose to be writing a 100 words essay. How sad. The invigilator better have patience and be in a good mood because my paper is in a great MESS. There were strikethroughs everywhere and I was cutting my sentences so short I would be surprise it actually meant anything. I hate word limits!!! NASTY! The good part was I spend about an hour on the 196 words task 1 and left half an hour for the essay. Owh great move Xiao Ni. How careless can I be? The second essay was suppose to be no less than 350 words and is 10 marks more than the first task. Crap crap crap. That was what I did for the second essay. Amazingly and luckily, I could hand in a 2-page essay. But the contents were crappy. I wonder why I always get topic about money money money. Speaking test was about money and today’s essay was about money and being materialistic. Nice move people, what is this? Failing Xiao Ni’s test? Crap. I hate money issues. I hate money because of the problems it cause. I hate money, why always ask about money? You know how much misery money and materials brought me? Not good, not good at all! So, I just wrote. Luckily there was a smooth flow (it sounds so wrong, I know) and I continue crapping. It started like any nice decent, A+ essay would sound like (boasting, eewwww) and ended like crap. By the time I reach 2nd paragraph I was writing a’la blogging style. Which by Su Ann’s standard would be great but by my standard of blogging, it is disastrous. So the invigilator not only have to be patient (to read my illegible handwriting), have great sense of humour and miraculously read bimbotic blogs! Wheee.. It’s like wishing for pigs to fly and grow a pink fluffy coat. Pffft! But of course I wrote of Jimmy Choo and Louis Vuitton. No, I hate materialism but I am not hypocrite to admit that money is important. Duh~ like I wrote in the essay, a person would have to be either 1) a hypocrite or 2) still roaming wild in the jungle to say that money is not important for survival in today’s world. I was tempted to put in the word barbaric but I could not fit it in. How sad. Then I rant on about how the poor kids in Africa are starving and living without clean water and basic necessities and here we are starving ourselves half dead to get a Coach bag. How smart eh? And of course how money turn people into low-morale monsters. But the best part was the last sentence, the grand finale which will leave bad impression on me because it was super duper uber effing BIMBOTIC. Blame it on the invigilator who interupt my supposedly perfect last sentence by saying “ Masa sudah tamat. Sila berhenti menulis” Zha-toued. So I ended up writing this, it’s fully copyright by me though… LOL. It’s so bimbotic it deserves an entire new paragraph, written in bigger fonts and also caps-locked. *drum rolls* “LASTLY, REMEMBER THAT LOVE AND HAPPINESS DO NOT COME IN THICK WADS OF CASH STUFF IN A LOUIS VUITTON BAG.” Owh crap, thinking of it now, what if the examiner is a Louis-Vuitton merchandise obessed fan? Tell me now how will I not fail my MUET with such a tacky ending???? Me and my big mouth. Don’t get me wrong. I think some of the branded bags are uber cute but I won’t starve myself half dead to get a bad I don’t like, but I will starve myself to be thin. Lol… Which reminds me to tell you about two guy friends I have. For the first time in my life I saw guys like that. I almost cried tears of joy because I thought for sure I will never found any guys like that. Well, so innocent and nice. Just imagine coming from a guy, with such pure innocence (dead seriously I am) “I don’t understand why girls spend so much time doing their hair and nails and face. I mean what does pretty really mean? One day also will grow old right? Then for wad?” Tell me can die or not!!! I am serious that he meant it because I know him and you don’t! =p Another will be helping a girl carrying a girlish handbag around the mall. Normal friends as in really normal good friends. How many guys would do that? You know, guys with their macho-ness and being egoistic and all. *cough* If it’s your girlfriend that’s a diffferent story because that come along in the whole package. It is only decent for you to do so at times. Though I don’t believe in such things because I still leave them some dignity, but being totally willing to carry handbags is really some guy that I would look up to. *winks* Latest infatuation of mine would be my new necklace with my DIY crystal pendant and my nice rose quartz bracelet, half courtesy of the handbag-carrying gentlemen. No, he did not carry my handbag.. The guy with the beauty theory did.. Lol.. He accused me of hinting him and thus carry my fury white bag. I swear I was not. I was really amused by the other guy’s gentleman okay??!!! I never saw such guys before lar weih… Forgive me for my jakun-ness lor… Owh, I know, so ranty and long right, so for those who took the effort to read till here, don’t worry, it’s ending. LOL.. You are also very patient to read such a long and boring post. But then again, the main purpose of these picture-less posts is to bored the crap out of you and make you less interested in my blog so I can write all my personal thoughts in them without worrying. I can’t keep a diary because I am lazy to write (more into typing due to blogging) and what I like about blog is the amount of space I have. Hee~ Oh yeah, reading was bad for me too. It was so boring and the passages were all talking about depressions and stuff and and and I was too paranoid of blackening the wrong space and do stuff uber slow and read like tortoise and spend half a century answering one question, checking again and again. Darn, I am weird.. I felt the whole paper was about me except the one on clean water and basic sanitation. Overall, the standard is of my liking but my result would not be… Tataz people.. Love your mom and dad and sister because I know I do…^^ Randomness… I-AM-FREE-FROM-MUET-GIRL -XIAO NI-*grins* (Going coconuts too!) Ps: Leading P&W again.. Hope I will not have sudden lost of voice syndrome and tongue-tied syndrome. It will be depressing, I assure you. I promise today and tomorrow, I will be doing my best, because I will be worshipping God, not impressing others^^.. *blessed* 0 comments |
