Friday, September 22, 2006

It's good to do reflection.

Today I had the amazing time of my life. It's been a long while since my cheeks were feeling painful because of laughing too much. It's strange, but true.

Maybe it's because of the stress of doing well for EOYs is making me feel down for the first half of the day. Plus the fact that I wouldn't do well for the Amath test and haven't started revising like all the other people in the school are doing. But as the day went by, it was havoc - like a drama serial.

But I like.

See, Sharyl, it's a Friday today and all Fridays are good! I think if my life was a movie, it's rating is gonna be sooo good even though I'm not in the navy (think the navy commercial).

And the title of my movie is going to be called Marsiling (or Mary sling). Oh, I hate love that place.

I've also realised that taxi drivers are very whiny especially at night. Seriously, it's a nightmare to have a taxi driver to complain to you about how you shouldn't bang the taxi doors too hard because he has to pay it no matter what even though the person have said sorry. (When I got off the taxi, I forgot about his whinning and sort of slammed the door. I think he hates me.) Or how you should tell him beforehand how many stops you gonna make because it's highly dangerous for the driver and the word sorry doesn't help. And we shouldn't spend so much money because our parents are the ones who provide us.

I think the driver likes to hint to you that he doesn't like it by saying it very nicely which is very confusing. Can you imagine a person saying,

" I hate you. "

in this super nice sweet tone. It's kinda the same logic. I actually remember that was taught during ACE period. But I was very polite to the driver and trying to be as cheerful as I could even though I was half dead.

I remember writing a post about the half drunk taxi driver in my previous blog. This is why I'm writing it in a totally different way because I'm feeling quite sleepy now.

Yes, I'm feeling sleepy and sick. When I came home, Mummy kinda pushed the panadol into my mouth. Thanks Mummy, even though I don't think it's working. But I certainly feel sleepy.

I shouldn't return the Germany back until I have my $500 kobay beef.

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