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Where we're gonna go?
I just finished watching one of the documentaries on BBC: Horizon. The music choices on that particular docu was amazing, plus Prof. Brian Cox does not look 41. My father is 43 and he's not hot. Seriously, if nuclear fusion is the way to end the energy crisis, the war in Mid-East would end, the entire population, including future generations, on Earth will be saved. I feel so damn inspired.
Well, Friday was the big day. Not self-praising, but everybody was telling me I did better than everybody else. Well, I guess so. The trip to happy place after receiving results made neither me nor Eunice happy. No doubt both of us were disappointed. My parents were surprised and actually proud of what I got. They thought I will only get straight Bs. But when I got home later in the afternoon, I literally cried on my mom's shoulders because I was utterly devastated at one of my grades. Those who actually know my grades will tell me to suck it up because it's good enough. I know that and I'm sorry for being a bitch by sulking in your faces.
Work tomorrow. People think I'm foreign and not Malay. I feel like I can play pretend because people over the phone can be cheated! But somehow, everybody who calls me know my name and I don't know theirs. Don't even talk about faces.
An effing bunch of new clothes and hair appointment (!) or Battles ticket? I already bought The Cinematic Orchestra (121 bucks out of my pay, it suddenly hurts). WHO IS GOING FOR CINEMATIC ORCHESTRA? I sit alone at J17 which is right smack in the middle of the hall. Hahahaha, nothing new about being alone! Whatever it is, I really can't wait even though I have this gut feeling that Patrick Watson won't come along.
Que será, será.
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I actually think Eugene Hütz is hot, even with his crazy moustache.