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Nerd In Chic

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Monday, September 14, 2009

Familiar? This is the book title of Jane Austen's bestselling novel, first printed under the title, " First Impression". Oh yes, shockingly, "Pride and Prejudice" does not come first as a movie, starring the oh-so anorexic Keira Knightly as Elizabeth ' Lizzie ' Bennet and the-hot-but-who?Matthew Macfadyen as the haughty Mr Darcy. I don't even know WHY I decided to mention them here, seeing as what I'm about to say does not involve them in any way. Really, for some reason-perhaps because I'm reading it right now?-I thought of them as I think of my dearest mum, my happy-go-lucky bro, and the whole annoying education system.



Really, REALLY. One can become from worse to worst when one's child received insightful results. Okay, tho the situation is not THE WORST, its is still, worse than before. Its BADDER. JJ's really unluckay, that's all I can say. He read, and read, did, and did, still, I guess it just wasn't enough to cover up his slacking-off these past few years. One just can't studay at the last moment and pray for the best.And literally, the BEST. Mi was so vexed over JJ after she found out that he got a ruthless results for his Chinese paper and his Maths paper. I shall not reveal the total he-got-correct questions/ total questions-its just too little to spare.



Not, that I'm DISAPPOINTED or anything, for the matter.



JJ is my little bro for like, the past 12 years of his life, and mine. How he was, is and will, I know half of it. I LIVED half of it. He's half of me, minus the girly side and the tuts. If not half, there is still a 30% of me in him, but lets get to the point. He's my brother, MY BROTHER who I love and care, and will beat up any fark who, besides me, without their better judgement,try to mess with him. I will, defend for him. I will even share my tiny green tea mooncakes with him, provided he does not take too much a bite. See, that's how MUCH I care.



So, I never really think of him as the type who will get a straight-A's.Oh Okay, I'm a baddie, so throw me into the moat and lemme be fed to the crocodiles. Boo Hoo.

Yes,call me bad sister, award me Worst Sister of the YEAR and be DONE with it. I'm not denying I never thought him to be much a scholar. YES its TRUE, he is not a studious person. He inherited mi's attitude for studying, and combined with D's happy-go-lucky way of life(when D was young, and skinny with HUGE SPECS-hehe), he is not, how to say this correctly, hmmm, like Jase. He is NOT Jase, that arrogant, pompous, smartiepants brother of mine, who is, yes, good-looking, but nevertheless, degrading in the attitude side.



But I do love them both, trust me.


I KNOW JJ got the butterflies when he sat for the Maths and Chinese paper. Hell, heck I would too! Like, just recently I got my first C in maths-which of course, I'd predicted it as much as I was incredibly sick that day. I prepared my heart to take the result, and I took it the yesterday without all my usual drama and notorious squeals. So oh okay, I'm being way dramatic with this, but, remember this, I'm a nerd, and nerds take their exam very seriously, as playboy bunnies would take their orgasm seriously. I'm perfectly serious in exams, I'm perfectly, seriously careless in exam, and I'm perfectly, seriously and carelessly nervous when I'm about to receive my results. But I played it cool, I played it calm. I admit, I was too busy with the instal and everything that I'd lack a little in my studies. Moreover, I was so lazy in the hols I'd practically slept the whole hols. ItssostupidwhycantIjustbuckupandstudayandstopeatingsomuchandwatchingthetelesomuchmaybeIcouldsavemyselffromgettingafuckingstupidembarassingCinaddmathsaccountsandsivikalthosivikisastupidfuckingsubject,word.

All I'm saying is that we sholud never studay last minute, take it from the nerd here, people. Paying attention in class actually helps and revising evry freakin' day for even a second(not literally) helps in a long run. All I'm saying is, if you chuse(ha, too much Jane Austen's novel) chose to be an A-student, sleep well, diet well, and have plenty of good ol' sex to beat out the stress.(the last one is a JOKE, altho studies shown students nowadays are complete whores, no offence). So I will promise myself to try NOT to studay last minute, try NOT to be a lazybum,and try NOT to eat too much, in hope for a better me.

But I digress.

JJ did his paper with nerves of less-of-steel-more-of-...ill?( dumb arse word ). Mi was angry and disappointed with the outcome, even when the outcome isn't the true outcome! Imagine the BIG day, my gosh, I WILL pray for you, little bro. Anyways, what can Mi expect from JJ? LIke, hellooo? THe higher the expectation, the higher your hopes to clash.

La, lazy to write la.




The Nerd
Crystal Lee Something,

Nothing something everything. You know I'm afraid my teeth will fall out and yet I'l still be eating chocolates like there's no tomorrow.
You know when I'm reading i can forget your existance, period.






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