Buried Alive!

Okay, I don't know what the heck that was about. I just watched it on Channel Max, five people got buried in five different coffins. And then one died! The film was filmed in a way involving different cameras, and it involves some lunatic mental-prob guy who used to be bullied by them. That's the moral of the story. DON'T BULLY. When it comes back, it KILLS.

Yeah, I got my Math papers. I really think of re-living the Primary school experience-----everyone got better grades than mine, and I have to SMILE infront of things complicating. Anyway, what else do I do? I LAUGH EVEN WHEN I SMACK MY SPOT ON THE SHARP CORNER OF A TABLE! I mean, it happened that time, and my face turned red and my spot cried its tear through me. THAT WAS EMBARRASSING. Jaycee did it.

My Add Math got an F. 27.5------------OUT OF 100. I am NOT impressed. But anyway, now my life is complete----with not just successes, and failures that sound stupidly funny yayaya. Oh crap, Miley Cyrus sings suckier than Cody yaya. My ears are polluted. Give me a bottle of Dettol.

And then the remote Control to switch another channel.

LK got a serious Love Problem. That's why, to clear things up, I NEED to open up a Qualification Criteria. But heck, my sis is pushing me, so fine. Leave it next time.

"MARTIN, LEAVE LK ALONE UNTIL YOU GOT AN LK LICENSE."

We May only Have tonight.

I know I didn't pass my Maths up, so tomorrow my Modern maths, which I don't know what sorta epic grade I'm getting, will go even LOWER 'cause I didn't hand my stuffs up. I know I SUCK in Mandarin Paper----or should I say, ALIEN LANGUAGE, and "language" doesn't even pronounce as "lan-wage", only "lan-guakge", because nothing's impossible.----- and that I'd got only 53/100, which way passed my nightmare's limit-----reality IS the nightmare, my new conclusion----.

But we have tonight.

Oh, and yeah, I HATE me class. One thing for sure, THIS CLASS SUCKS. It sucks even MORE than my Mandarin Paper. Look at this set notation:

4B={cheaters, weirdos, nicies, smartypants that scares you, changed friend(s)}

Right, so this post is SPECIFICALLY NOT FOR EVERYONE, rated " mature people and kids only." Now, I know this maybe TOO frankly, but it's about a friend who INDIRECTLY cheated at class.

Now, I KNOW to have a big guy like Unknown X as you BIG FRIEND is a BIG COMPLETMENT, but he ain't your father, you know. He WANTS your lousy-stinking answer, AND as someone who's SUPPOSE to know what is right and what is wrong, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT YOU CAN'T LET HIM SEE YOUR ANSWER SHIT----NOT a typing error----. I CAN'T believe you TALKED ABOUT IT like some BIG I-just-saved-America mission, saying bullshits about how he couldn't see your answer and stuffs. Now THAT is JUST NOT OUR FRIEND here!

OKay, so maybe YOU think I am being fuddy-duddy here, but tell you what: there was a Modern Maths question she didn't know how to solve, and then her Unknown X friend threw her a piece of paper at last minute. She "didn't know it was the answer and copied it full on my paper" and then after passing up "then I know it's the correct answer for that particular question".

Dude, me and my another friend were like telepathing. Telepathing WHAT? Go figure, you intelligent mankind.

That is JUST BOGUS! FOR A BOY? You let the guy cheated. FOR WHAT? You looked at the piece of paper? DUDE! WHERE IS YOUR MARUAH DIRI? Whoa. PENDIDIKAN YANG TIDAK BERKESAN!

Infact when I said "Heck, we rather fail than cheating!" to my friend, the punk kinda-sorta-rolled her eyes and said, " I'm not THAT noble."

Fine. Not-noble-lady. We are still friends anyway. Not that you could do anything.

Anyway, TODAY IS GONNA BE A GOODNIGHT. I'm all LIGHT without the pressure of EXAMS, and imagine me having fun right now because it's NOVEMBER already.

"Still waiting for adventures."

Wassup. Nothing much.

I dreamt of Puan Thye in Resident Evil fighting a zombie with a shotgun and it wasn't sexy. It was a NIGHTMARE. BUT, I STAYED at the loco dream because it was FUNNY.

Anyway, I seriously DON'T like the way my so-called pre-16 is happening. It SUCKS so much. LIke COME ON, I'm suddenly left in a place with my best buddy somewhere in Kota Kemuning with the other 49 PMR pros there----oh, that starts STUPID enough. But anyway, I STILL got my nice neat friends haging around, you know. I even have Jastina and Dorkula as my mates, you know.

Okay, so basically Dorkula is like, EMO ALL THE TIME and stuffs. Okay, that WAS fake. She wasn't emo all the time. But like when she sees someone in our class....

Once upon a time:
Lyn: Hey, look at that new kid! You wanna talk to her?
Lyi: Yeah, like WHAT are you gonna say?
Lyn: Uh, anything?
Lyi: Like CHIA RIGHT, I give you Greyson Chance if you can talk to her.
Lyn: Hmph, like you are Greyson's mom.
Lyi: What, "you don't give ah"(in Mandarin)?
Lyn:Okay okay, I go.

One minute later.
Lyn: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY!
Lyi: See, no Greyson! NO GREYSON!
Lyn: Hahaha
Lyi:Hahaha
New Girl: Are you guys okay?

And now check out how we do it NOW:
Lyn: Hey, wanna talk to the new girl?
Jastina: You talk first lah!
Lyn: But she is your NEW pal!
Jastina: YOU wanna talk to her mah! NOT ME also.
Lyn: What kinda friend ARE you?
Jastina: BLEK!
Lyn: Hey, Dork, you wanna try?
Dork: ....
Lyn: HEY! HEYYYYYYYYYY! ARE YOU DEAD?
Dork: ...
Lyn: WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?
Jastina: What?
Dork: Um, nothing.
Lyn: Okay.
Dork: ..... She maybe a good competetor...
Jastina: She wants to get no.1 in class, right?
Lyn: Man.

So, that is how we treat an outsider. CRUEL , huh? Dork is like TOO ABSORB in rivaltry, you know. That kinda stinks! I mean, not everybody is THAT much of a rival, you know. I guess is kinda like scar to Dork to be a little lower than her friends, including even her "lover" Lyishere. I don't know should I be relieve that I DIDN'T ace everything in the end! Whoa.

Anyway, I may be IN Y.E, you know! We can sell things, go around adventuring rather that staying in school doing books like a nerd and all, and then if we win, we WILL GO OVERSEAS!
Maybe HOLLAND! AN MOS!
Sometimes we will even SELL to the An Mos, you know. That will be, like so HELL COOL!


SO HELL COOL!

sO HELL COOL!


And then, not to mention, moi MAY be the Promoter or probbaly the Writer that writes and win a ticket to OVERSEAS! Haha! That IS part of my dream, you know!


Ain't I cool?







And I wanna know if LK has a boyfriend. If she does, HE gotta' see my next post.
Next time,

"LK's Boyfriend's Qualification....!!!!"

SHUT YOU GUYS PIEHOLE! I GOT 5A ONLY! STOP ASKING ME! I AM LOSING MY PRIDE!

So today every news in my country is like


"The best PMR result in the four years!"




Oh yeah, may I say, SPEAK FOR YOURSELF?


Look, it's not fair to be all grumpy and stuffs towards the others, especially when I VOW to respect people. And this is NOT respecting. But when you got something the others didn't, that's hard to tell. I just wanna tell my feelings, so I'm not gonna spare too much a feeling.No offence, okay?

I gained a new identity, you know. In my parents' mind, it's probbaly NAILED to me very long time ever since I have somekinda problem paying attention, or being highly-alert, or being extremly witty----or that I kinda bring bad luck along with a weird touch that can turn a camera into rustbucket, a DVD player into a black screen with no show, a handphone into memories, or maybe some high hopes into potato mash that taste like poop. I TRY to get them believeing that I am SOMETHING too, you know. Something that HAS REASON? And these things like exam or blah are like Whatever to me, but also the LAST possible deck on hands that THEY WOULD WANNA SEE. I mean, I try to stay away from the Adults STUPID FIELD OF VISION as far as possible, and to go dreaming landing in a world of Avatar Aang----but you STILL have PLEASE your parents, even if you HATE them. I respect how they think that result is the ONLY teacher left in the world, so I try to do something for a change.


And then the creepy feeling that whatever I do WON'T happen to be REALLY cool, or atleast PLEASING. Look, it's NOT the first time that I did't get the result I wanted, I'm not stranger with failure! So yeah, I didn't cry for JUST ALL THOSE BULLSHIT,

I cried for ANOTHER failure. Oh, and it didn't last for too long. Because I'm not stranger with failures.

But still, this take longer time than I thought to fully fart away like a wind in the stomach. Damn it, I feel like such a coward, crying for some past that happened yesterday. But when I saw how my mom looked at me like a fly that ate a poop, or like what she yelled at me yesterday "babi"(pig), THAT SUCKS. Because I HAVE to live with her for the next few days, the NEXT few years, the next few times. I HATE THAT EYES!

My mom hate me like BEFORE, and she HATE me MORE; I HATE my mom like BEFORE, and I hate her MORE too, almost LOATH.

It feels really ALONE when EVERYBODY said THANK-YOU-TO-MY-TEACHERS-AND-PARENTS and stuffs. Lucky kid. I don't like feeling lonely, or too low or someother. But then I guess I STILL got a lot who said SOMETHING to me, someone who's in the same depths as me, and then I also realize that I am literally the BEST comforter, 'cause I am NOT the best----I can comfort those who didn't get themselves all graded, and I also can comfort those who were being forgotten like me. Anyway, only when you taste failures you long for the taste of victo9ry.

I wish my new identity isn't telling me that I'm useless or something. A lot had DROPPED THEIR CRUDDY FACES when I PRETENDED like "Whatever!" when I told them I only got 5As---and 3Bs, if you must know---- and this is the awful look in my mind:

BEFORE

After
To tell the truth, it's really both stupidfied and awed. I mean, they expect a lot I guess, that's why they were earger. But if you dropped your face too fast, don't say I'm too sensitive. You CAN'T hide dissapoinment from me. I know too much about it. I know how it feels. No stranger. So I guess what that's what the world that is awfully small that it linked to your blood is awfully DISSAPOINTED about it.

And what that really bugs me is that it took me so long time to heal this. I'm usually really nimble, I heal faster than most anything. But this requires more than I thought, you know. But anyway, WHO NEEDS A PIECE OF PAPER THAT WRITES BAAAAABB? COME ON! It'S LIKE so not awesome TO GET BEATEN BY SOME WOOD TISSUE. IT'S LIKE are you a DOG? Even dogs don't think that the wood they fetch all the time is to EAT, AND YOU ACT LIKE PMR RESULT CAN BE EATEN. Like what, you wanna go participate in The Funniest Comedian in the World? Good potential!

So maybe I still wanna blast that newspaper who said that everybody is SO HELL GOOD this year, and then introducing some Smarties and stuffs, like I can introduce my best friends too. I still feel really sad that I can't get something so obviously LOW on branch when everybody could get it, but maybe that means I let someother get mine and I don't mind it. There MUST be some reason I got this misfortunate, it's probbaly because I'm TOO AWESOME to back down from anything.

Indeeed I am.

I would like to thank those who didn't throw stones at me when I could have been bump.

I would like to thank those who didn't laugh at my face when I say the word 5A. Except for you, mom.

I would like to thank those who said something that is suppose to motivate me, especially Lam who said in a text message:

"Nah, don't worry about it. Some are faggots. Remember your motto? Lyn the Special one? So live it up with your 5A.!"

Perry, perry the platypus

Hey punks. This is something totally private and I only tell you guys who knew my blog. So if you wanna check if YOU ARE LYNDIS' FRIEND, then answer this:

" Who is the man Lyn likes?"

So. what did you answer? If you said Logan Lerman or Sasori or Naruto or even my father, THEN GO HOME! Why? BECAUSE LYNDIS DOES NOT LIKE MEN! She likes GUYS, BOYS, even FAKE PEOPLE FROM BOOKS THAT NEVER SHOWS ANYTHING BUT WORDS-----as if in Nico's case-. So if you asked me, you are NOT to see what I'm about to tell you.
P.S.: WHAT THE HELL, my sisters are watching Upin and Ipin! DAMN it!

Okay, so I contineud my cool and awesome life without too much unwanted stuffs. And then one day somebody texted me, saying,

"Hi &66$%^^654^&&(Real name, I hate writting it down) . It's ^%^$^&%7. How are you?"

You know, usually I will guess who the heck is that person. And then I'll exchange a friendly hello, unless my SIM card expired. And then my SIM card that day expired. But I am proud of THAT, because the guy who sent me is Mr. KENADIAN.
No.1: NOBODY shall know my number without I knowing----although I'm okay with that.
No.2: My boy contacts are like one sissy, my-cousin's-cousin, my dad got 3 contacts, and then my cous, and then this guy who texted me accidentally and thought that I'm Adrea Tan. So to have a real boy is like really weird. And I'm thinking a name to fool my mom so she won't say I'm having a boyfriend at school.For your information, There's no way my boy is NOT gonna be James Peter Jackson or Fred Michael Copperfield. That is like VERY VITAL to my AWESOME life.

Anyway, my phone expired, I said that. So, I COULDN'T reply him even if he's threating me with Logan Lerman's life-----and then Kenadian's head will went nicely into my fist----- so I didn't care at all. I rather see Lyishere's "oh-my-god-Selena-is-with-Justin" thing and stuffs.

And the this morning, that guy texted me:

Lyndis Kuo if I didn't hear from you next morning we are going to break up! You hear me? BREAK UP.

WHAT THE HELL! WHAT KINDA BREAK UP? DUDE! DON'T use that word! JUST SAY " Our friendship is OVER!" would do, okay? It IRKS me.I mean, BREAK up is a term for SPECIFIC use! NOT all could be used this way! COME ON! I HATE my sister laughing at my message!
And I hope he learns his lesson! Anyway I replied him in Facebook. I TOTALLY told him about this weird usage of words. Dude, WE ARE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP! COME ON!

WIPE THAT SMILE OFF, PEOPLE!



P.S: I'm going back to Dungun again!

Hackers!

Whoa. If I'm not wrong, this Internet place is getting really CRAZY, with people you don't know, with people you KNOW, with people you DON'T KNOW INTENTONS! Oh, and then also more and more like OUR world!
Now, I think EVERBODY knows the heck of a guy called Assange, right?----Hopefully NOTHING would happen to my blog, it's very important, it was created by Lyishere-----. I don't know if he's somesort of good guy or bad guy, but he hacks into people's stuffs, like somekinda

INTERNET NINJA

Um yeah, I have to admit that DAMNED Naruto kinda makes me feel RESPECTFUL towards him. But I'm not so sure that if I were Assange I would have hacked inside people----or government's-------big computer.Because, even if some people might say,"Ha ha ha, serve you right, United States of America" it's not fair to say that, because you DIDN'T TRY it. Or perhaps you would say, "C'mon, me? I won't let some hackers in." But to tell the truth how SMART ARE ya'? You thought that way and so did the US government did before. If you ask me, I'm gonna open the porthole in 2D world, and hides it inside. Probbaly under a photo of me's bed.
Anyway it started a war in HERE, outside my kingdom, with millions of OTHER kigdom, especially this planet-kingdom named Facebook. This month it's gonna lose ONE small resident.
Okay, back to the topic. This ninja guy may be really skillful in the Internet place, but he's still a Zai Nan anyway, so he got caught in England. And the people started to go

" US barks: Sweden wagged its tail"

That truly is the weirdest thing. Hey, if one day you on your Facebook and saw some top-secret Assange sent to you and said you are HAVE to debunk it orelse your house's gonna blow up or somesort,

WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

Oh. and Lyi, you stink 'cause you unfollowed somebody just because they talked about Logan Lerman.
Oh, and Guri, I'M SO HELL SORRY I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY! Will send you gift at school.

Me, and a world that suits me

Ah. Nothing has changed. Home Sweet Home. Atleast I don't have some NAGGER to intrude my place and stuffs. LAME.

So how's the holioday going? GOOD, I PERSUME? Going somewhere FUN-NEH, hmm? Adding some weight on your scale? Your booty looks bigger? Got a boyfriend? Kissed a guy? Cussing your parents----oops, me job, it's top secret file. I am a good girl, know that.


Soooooooooo...... I'VE BEEN NEGLECTING MY BLOG FOR LIKE ONCE UPON A TIME, about last month, some weeks ago, about Tsunamis and stuffs. No wonder I'm feeling UNLUCKY. That unlucky picture of MOI stuck on Earth during 2012 is NOT FENG SHUI.

Accually, it's not that I'm happy with my Tsunami picture from the last post, but really,

3 METER FROM MY DESK TO MY LAPTOP

DON'T you feel LONG and CREEPY? And then the subject of MY laptop. See, this is what you may see in the Account part:

I'm just happy my Mom doesn't know about laptops or even pressing Start button----she only on the com to check the Lotto----orelse there'll be SIX profiles! IN A LAPTOP! In MY laptop!


Generally, my holiday had been SWEET. I barked at a FEMALE DOG----"bitch" has too much a meaning-----when she had been bullying a cat and I didn't get bitten. I also found this game named

Don't know if you guys knew about this damned game, but she SERIOUSLY needs to borrow some gadgets from Dora the Explorer. There is NOTHING neat about her. She rather shoot the air then to shoot the dog.

I also have a special mission: torturig Kit Kat the Evil Reincarnation.





My mom lately had been crazy, she DOESN'T even know WHAT DID SHE SAY AT ALL. She's like a complete DICTATOR, and her attitude makes me feel like I'm living in Mymmar.

Oh, we also went to the Public library and sat with an IOI business guy. He peeked at my diary and I peeked at his Marketing-in-the-someplace-on-earth. We are NERDS, I tell you. When is Guri's birthday again? Do't tell me I missed it.

I haven't write a letter to Santa Claus. And Lyishere Claus too.


Check out my "Dumb Things I did in My holiday" series. Everyear I make one. Nice. Some items:
I broke my comb by--combing my hair.



Sasori died, Sasuke digged out Itachi's eye and used it, while Naruto excel in Tailed Beast form.

Now would you excuse me----I need to fight some beast in Bloody Roar. I'm gonna borrow KOF 2006!