Friday, July 19, 2013 @ 3:20 PM
NO. WHO AM I KIDDING. HOW CAN YOU BE RATIONAL WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY.
Anyway, let's see the situation at hand right now. I've been back for more than two weeks and it's my longest break for the year (close to a month). I have decided that this break will be a REAL break for me, not like the previous one where I was more focused on my studies to prepare for my Semester 1 exams. Nevertheless, I did go out a few times (four times max in a period of two weeks) that time and my parents reluctantly agreed. That made me feel bad so although this break is my longest one yet, I've decided to go out less to lessen their burdens (but it's not like they have to fetch me anywhere or whatever because I can freaking drive that's why I don't see why my outings are such a burden to them). I know I've been complaining a lot lately like why my friends don't want to go out with me or some whiny shit but I've finally realised actually there are people who want to hang out with me but I have been turning down their invitations to accommodate my parents. To those friends whom I said I can't go out with because I'm busy/have work to do/no transport :
Sorry, guys. I lied. I'm actually damn free and rotting at home and I have a freaking car. But it's not like I don't want to; I'm dying to, actually. I'm only lacking PERMISSION to go out but that's because I didn't ask.
Well, I finally asked my mum today. Guess what happened?
BOOM BOOM POW POW BANG BANG PEW PEW PEW CRASH AND BURN.
That's right, World War III happened. Surprise, surprise. She said I went out too many times this holiday. I think my brain stopped working for a moment and my eyes rolled back and I collapsed and died.
But let me count for you the number of times I REALLY went somewhere nice with my friends and did something productive. Bear with me, it might take a while and I need a calculator for this.
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Phew, finally got it! I didn't take long, did I? It was a tough one, really. Had to do a lot of factorising and substituting, you know. The usuals. You should've seen me swimming in the pool of numbers! Anyway, here's my answer :
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One.
WOW, RU MIN. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. DO YOU REALISE HOW MANY TIMES YOU HAVE BEEN OUT THIS HOLIDAY? One. One. Freaking. Time. That's way too many times. WAY TOO MANY TIMES. I MEAN, IT'S LIKE YOU'RE NOT SERIOUS WITH YOUR WORK ANYMORE! 9.9/10 FOR YOUR GPA? Seriously? SERIOUSLY? WHERE DID THE 0.1 GO? Yea, that's right. THAT'S EXACTLY RIGHT. YOU LOST IT WHEN YOU WERE ON YOUR WAY TO FIND YOUR FRIENDS. It all makes sense now. PERFECT sense. You have been having WAY too much fun. No wonder you're doing so badly. For once, just be sensible. Why don't you tidy up your room as if you haven't already done it and maybe do those questions that you've completed centuries ago? Really, Ru Min. So disappointing. You should start concentrating in your studies if you want to succeed in life. THINK ABOUT YOUR FUTURE. YOUR FUTUREEE.
Okay, maybe I should focus more on MY FUTUREEE like I don't do it every single freaking second when I am having fun doing my goddamn questions online where the system keeps crashing and my answers go missing and I have to redo the whole freaking lot again. And yea, perhaps I shouldn't go out so often, too. I mean, wow. One time, that's a lot. Since when have I gotten this wild, OMG? I scare myself sometimes. I should go out less, like negative times, and slowly sink into my bed because I have been sitting in the same position for 12938134 days. Yea, you're right. You're so right. What was I thinking? I really should listen to you more.
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