Hi. I'm eating a piece of chicken on my right hand and so I'm typing with my left. Today I received an application letter for NRIC and the letter said my religion is 'unknown'. I came late to school again. I got a scolding. Polar bear is my best friend. I love fish. I got my E Maths paper. I got A1. I'm happy. I no need go remedial.

So if you're lonely,
You know I'm here waiting for you.
I'm just a crosshair,
I'm just a shot away from you.
And if you leave here,
You leave me broken shattered alive.
I'm just a crosshair,
I'm just a shot, then we can die.

I'm suffering from love-sickness. I have no rational explaination whatsoever for my feelings right now. Pathetic common test is finally over and the results are pouring in like water leaking from the ceiling, containing all sorts of impurities, in other words, my marks are way below my expectations, all of them!
Fine, fine. No more complaining. I actually passed my Physics when I treated my sciences like combined science instead. Overall, my only worry now is Social Studies which is by far the biggest trouble maker in my overall average. Maybe I should ignore it completely.
Oh my goodness! I have another impending disaster heading my way! 2 camps that are sure to make me lovesick to the point of insanity. I don't know how I'd survive these few weeks, but no matter hard, I'd strive to reach the goal!

Okay maybe for today, I shall talk randomly.
Half day
Oh my goodness! TK did well for O Levels yet again! And what do the future generation get in return for their hardworking effort? A half day on a already half day. Do the maths and you get a quarter day! All hail P Chan!
I'm in AG3
Wee r 1 of d lucky-iest bunch of ppl tt gets 2 enjoy d luxurious comfort of studyin in a 'cool' enviroment. Surely it's concludable that da eng language is d main decidin factah 4 a shoik job in d future. No good english = lousy life.
I love laughing
If you ever see me laughing my head off like a goon, please forgive all of my sins. I can't stop doing what I do best and that is laughing like a lunatic from outer space which just landed on Earth who laughs at weird creatures which proclaimed themselves as human beings.
My name is Alsyaari aka Ali
I don't have the slightest idea of how my name came about. Over the years, it has somehow mutated into other unrecognizable forms of ambiguous words such as Ashanti, Ali-syari, Boy, Assyakirin, the lastest one being a girl's name. To make life easier for everyone, I adopted an easy nickname that I've become so attached to.
I have a bicycle in my bedroom
This affects my life to a certain extent as it takes up the necessary space that is needed for recreation. I used to be able to play soccer in my bedroom but now I can only play marbles. You know what, that bicycle isn't even mine, I think it's my younger brother's and I feel like selling it at Cash Converters for a profit.
9 March
I share my birthday with the most eccentric guy I have ever met. Due to this common factor, we had become close friends, so close that I ended up sitting beside him. To be frank, the teachers are getting more prone to being insane due to us sitting in front of the class.
I want to sleep
Okay I've come to the end of my lecture of my random life. Tomorrow's the last day of common test? I can't believe it actually came and went just like like that. Oh well, I have Mid Years to look forward to. =)

On an eventful Monday morning, somewhere in my mind, a premonition occurred. As my consciousness wanders along a never-ending voyage towards the unknown that lay beyond me, I stumble upon my physic teacher Miss Goh Pin Zi marking my Pathetically Undone Physic Examination Paper (PUPEP).
In the process, she gazed in astonishment and almost fainted as she went through page after page marking my PUPEP. For her, it was both the easiest and hardest paper to mark.
It was without a doubt easy to mark due to the unexpected lack of answers from me. I didn't do 24 marks worth of questions and it was obvious that my PUPEP wasn't even worthy to be in direct contact with her legendary red marking pen. At the same time, it was extremely hard to mark due to her high expectations of me. "You can get an A1 lah, you can do it!".
As I looked back in time to reminisce that zero hour, I remember feeling the worst type of emotional suffering that a young student could ever encounter. However, due to my optimistic nature, I expected that I'd be able to settle down after a lengthy self-exilation from modern civilization. As usual, I contradicted myself yet again and went a little way over the top and caused the destruction of a well-known school property (waste paper basket).
I thought for a moment, this isn't the way. What could I achieve by tormenting an innocent blue waste paper basket that had led an honest life? I stared at it. An honest life? Does it even deserve what I just did to it? Oh poor soul.
All that remained were pieces of blue crystal-like shards that showed a coincidentally similar resemblance to copper (II) sulphate crystals. They lay on the cold classroom floor, motionless. Disregarding space-time continuum, I began sweeping the floor at my own will. That was probably the most redundant and ambiguous act that I could have undertaken during my 14 years of staying in the most hospitalized city-state in the world. All that was done can't be altered, neither could my PUPEP. I made the right choice; I did what I had to do. Putting the crystals back where it truly belonged was my only option, at least that would enable it to rest in peace, for now.
It seemed as if all the weight on my shoulders had sublimed, I'm free! Did the waste paper basket really forgive me for my barbaric actions that occurred a few moments ago? Maybe, I just need metapyschological help.
Perhaps a good time spent wishfully thinking will do me good. Actually it has done more than just that, now I'm trying to look ahead of my PUPEP and see what the realistic future has under its sleeves for me. Whatever the outcome of my PUPEP, rest assured I'd be one of the few with wide smiles on their faces. =)
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