my grane

this should be written in green fonts, LED FONTS, like that 24 countdown, (drum, drum drum drum) as the countdowns ticks. second by second.

ini blog aku post pukul 2.08AM as i have a migraine, belah kanan kepala, kat dpn skit, dono la if betul2 migraine. but it hurts. throb la xde la hurt

SO I WANt to tell you about this ironic story
about the felda boy and the city boy.

so one day, by fate these two met, they were placed in the same class, and the city boy wasnt in class all the time. the felda boy studied and studied and studied. then came the mother of all exams in the malaysian education system. the SPM! (omigosh SFX)

so then the city boy slept through all exams, but in one paper, the physics paper, the felda boy was having trouble. so the city boy stood straight. the felda boy and the city boy, were sitting back to front. the city boy, El Noches, saw his felda boy buddy, Toro, panicking, having no idea on what to write about for the paper.

So El Noches took out a ruler, a 20cm ruler, then used PAPER MATE LIQUID paper, to cover the ruler, creating VIRTUAL PAPER. So then El Noches wrote 3-6 essays (including diagrams) on the ruler. the fonts were small. everytime El Noches yawned and spread his arms out, Toro would grap the ruler, them scurry to his seat, and copy down the ever so small fonts on the ruler.

El Noches didnt want to see Toro, the last child of a felda family not succeed, so he spent more of his time helping Toro than himself. but inside, Noches was content. An instant bond between Noches and Toro was tied.

So then, the o-level results came out, turned out Toro passed with flying colours, and Noches was left with not so much the same results as his friend. It is a boring story i know, but the irony is worth writing about.

its not what i want, its not what i need, but it is what i seek