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NASIR NONSENSE
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introduction


Nasir Nonsense


I am a Malay. Trust me.
Simple is my way.
Leading is my passion
Scouts is my life.
Nonsense is my style.
Unique is my theme.
Wichita is my family.
Cartoon is my entertainment.
CCA is my dream.



Wishlist
Troop Leader :D
Deuter Pace20
Adidas Sala
MP3/MP4 Player
New Pencil Case
New File
Chief Commissioner Award
Scouting Name




MusicPlaylist
Music Playlist at MixPod.com


Tagboard


Affliates

Wichita Scout
Bee
Koonyee (Daughter)
Monsterr Family
Perlyn
Shazlin
Syuhada
Yee Xuan
Jazreel
Hazimah

monthly

June 2010
July 2010

standing ovation

Designer

Tuesday, June 29, 2010 @ 11:54 PM
Went out from my house very early. At 6.30. Due to the unexpected weather, it rained like mad. The bus comes freaking late. Not my fault. I did what i could. It's the rain, you can't blame anyone.

You wanted the homework to be handed up during assembly, before you step out from the hall. It's not my fault that the bus needed to drive slowly for safety reasons. I can't do anything to make me come to school on time. It's the rain. 90 - 10. REMEMBER? I can't change the 10. It rained. I'm not god. I can't change the weather. I know it rained, so i went out very early in order not to be late. I'm not like some rich kid. My parent's can't fetch me to school. They don't drive. I can't take taxi. I don't have the money. Bus is the only way for me. The work is now considered late. It's a part of the 10 because I cannot control it. It's not my choice. Why Mr Ong didn't take us as late at the gate? Because it rained. He understand. Why can't you? You can penalize me for late submission, I don't mind about that. But at the very least understand my situation. A lot of people in the bus were late too.

Nevermind. Forget about it. I can't change it.

Met our new teachers. Especially math. Did a reflection. It really made me think about Semester 1. How i jumped from 29 to 55. Hardwork. That's the answer. If i work hard this Semester, i may pass my overall for Math. Or even a B3.

Life is crappy. You will face a lot of shit. It's how you face it that matters. Don't cover the problem. Solve it.

I'm Sorry if i offend anyone in this post. This is how i feel. I have to let out my feelings somewhere. I can't just keep it in myself. I may get into trouble for this. I don't know.

-Don't cover the shit with sand. Pick it up and throw it away. If you don't, it will eventually be revealed again. Unless you are lucky that it didn't reveal long enough for it to decompose.-
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