Behind The Story:

I'm gonna share my stupidity+embarrassment in this paragraph. Sacrifice must be made for your entertainment. The thing is...I googled about the rectangular shellfish to get a clearer picture of the food I was talking about in the middle of the night. And....waahahahaaa~ *rofl* Look, the story goes like this - Earlier that night I asked my dad the name of the shellfish. He's unsure so he just answered me it a kind of sluuuuuug-t. So, that night, silly me googled 'slut' when the previous try doesn't work out. And haha! Guess what came out? 

Result for slut may contain adult-oriented content.

I was s.p.e.e.c.h.l.e.s.s. ( I finally know the true meaning of 'slut' at that point, no need further explanation eh?) Thus, MunSTeR had had an unforgettable lesson, a lesson to listen closely before assuming  and oh, this helps her realised that hey, she's still Not an adult wtf.

偏食                   Partial Eclipse  

Honestly, I really don't know what hit me. I'm not that down, am I?

No waaaay... uh-uh~

Statement: Orange K2Cr2O7 turns green when oxidised.

I’ve learned this in secondary. It's just a test of memory, honestly.
But wtf, I happen to write down the wrong answer in my chemistry trial, although I have a good memory and all. I swear I recalled this observation clearly during the exam. cross my heart

The only thing is, what I wrote down on the question paper is this:



 wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf

I was right. I do have good memory. But in a bad way. Do you notice? My answer is wrong. The colour should change from orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green. From orange to green.



Wtf, I learn my lesson alright. Don’t ever mess up with colours. Or you’ll have nightmares at the end of the day. (like me)
Btw, I'm not really the kind of girl who curse at the wind. I'm the kind who would make a voodoo doll of you and pin it with a needle. Muahahaha~


Hahaha, sorry. Just joking. Don't run away please. No more cold joke, I promise :)

Seriously, I seldom curse. But this time, I can't take it ANYMORE. I need to release my tension. And also, wtf-ing is cool. Now, it's like a chant in my head. uh oh, bad sign.

Next week, I'll be back to my normal self again.( let's hope.)
wtf.

Okay, here's the problem. Next week i will be having my trial exam. This week is my study break. But! I did not do any revision at all. Honestly, nothing umm, except some Physic MCQ past year papers in the college library (not mentioning someone ended up chatting with her mate and wasted her time there). Well, to me, that's not revision. Revision should be revision, not trying your luck out by circling the correct answer... that, we don't even need to study, a 3 years old kid can do that. So, the point: I'm a lazaay ass busy!!

Is this really happening to me? I think I'm still living in an impossible dream...waiting to be awaken. This feels like floating between the clouds, gravity-less . And in any moment now, I'll fall from heaven and back to reality. *pinching myself hardly* Because after all, who in their right mind would expect their wish came true in such a short time?!

You see, my result is actually no biggy. There's a lot more out there who scoreｄ more than that. Plus, Mine is not even the best in school. Those scoring straight As are who I look up on. They deserveｄ it after all the hard work they we've been through.


And yep, I'm only an ordinary-guai-gut-luck student who never expected herself to be one of the top scorer in school. Not even once. But strangely, when you least expected something, it will come running towards you. Swiftly.

I'm not surprised. I'm shocked! Shocked with the fact that I need to face the paparazzi and the next day, boom! You see your face in the newspaper. Even your full name is printed in bold and as you read thru' the article, you came to realize that hey, these details are so not true. You are a pretender.



Oh why oh why oh why? I never wanted such attention. Not this way. Not mentioning the photo is so ugly. I look...uh-huh. And this makes me feel bad. I'm not what I'm said to be. Everyone thought I got straight As, but that's simply not the truth. I need to explain and explain again to each and every lovely-good-hearted people who congratulated me that I'm actually not as good as it seems (in the paper). I'm only the one who tried her best, that's all. Please spare me from the attention. I don't wanna reach my telephone.



And the one thing that made this whole woohoo experience black to me is the moment I saw ａ note written by my close friend. The minute I read through the paragraph, I realized that I've (somehow) hurt her feeling. She must have learned about my result and lost her confidence (somehow). My dear friend, Don't be. This changes nothing. You are still my bestie and I'm yours(if you still wants me as your bestie). Don't feel down merely because of this. Okay?
Phew. Enough of the gloominess. Because overall, today yesterday was a fairytale.
And I'm blissful. That's what matters.

But still... sometimes, I just wish I'm not that sensitive.

And to those who got me this far till now, I just wanna say,

THANK　ＹＯＵ　THANK　ＹＯＵ　THANK　ＹＯＵ　THANK　ＹＯＵ　THANK　 ＹＯＵ　THANK　 ＹＯＵ