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Finals-a random act of torture to mankind


It’s that time of year again.

FINALS.

Just hearing the word makes you shiver, and pimps up the desire to curl into a ball and hide until the dreaded time passes. Unfortunately, if I did that, my mother and a bamboo stick would be waiting for me.

Kidding.

Anyways, I have one more week until break. As in, a full month of being happy and rejoicing to the fact that I HAVE NO SCHOOL.

But my teachers decide to ruin it by posting up a bunch of tests that will effectively ruin my life if I do not get an A. Literally. My mom’s going to come chasing me down with a bamboo stick.

The perks of being Asian.

So anyways, this Monday, my math teacher tells me, “I forgot. You have an hour and a half to finish a test that’s made up of a million ridiculously hard word problems.”

Guess who’s the one screaming, “SHITAKE MUSHROOMS! ARE YOU SERIOUS??”

Ah, yes. I curse using the word, “shitake mushroom.”

Euninciate frogs croaking.

ANYWAYS, I have to go study. And have nosebleed. And stay up all night. I’ll let you know when I get my grades back for my finals! Bye~

Nemphy

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My stomach, the hungry monster


Holy.

My stomach just made the loudest noises I have ever heard. Grumble grumble grumble~

Ouch.

Anyways, I reckon it’s been seven hours since I’ve last eaten. No wonder. But, I’ve been starved (consciously) for longer periods than that, and it has NEVER made noises this loud. Now I’m seriously considering going to the hospital.

“Hey, Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we go to the hospital?”

“?! Why?”

“Cause my stomach’s making weird noises.”

“…”

“So can we?”

“I’ll cook dinner. Maybe food will make you sane again.”

There you go. See what abuse I encounter in my home. My poor, teenage mind can no longer take any more of this. I will rebel, cut my wrists, and become emo. Then I’ll move out and become a genius inventor of the Parental Lip Lock, which lets kids to lock their parent’s mouths when they become to verbally abusive. Then I’ll be rich, famous, yet still sad, and die an early death, which will make my mother regret that she has ever said those words.

See how delightfully a tragedy unfolds?

All because of a stomach. My God.

Nemphy~

Here’s something that’ll relinquish my moods:

¬†Oh jeez, I’m drooling…

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