So 2 days ago, dear Nabila had to do a presentation on "The People Whom You Treasure The Most".
And this was what she said to me over the phone.

Nabila: When my faci said that, the first person that came to my mind was you. Not even my parents, till I saw everyone else putting their parents on their slides.

I swear to God, she made me cry.
Guess what, Nabila?
The same thing would have happened to me.
[Inserts idiotic smile, but full of love.] HAHAH
But I would've thought of my parents, after you. Yeah.
You ungrateful daughter!
And oh, "KAU KLUAR DARI CHEEBAI AKU, KAU DIAM!"
HAHAAHAHAHAAH


Anyways, results are out.
They're fucking OUT.
But, the fucked up thing is that I can't fucking view my fucking results.
Screw profanities, I'm not fasting, motherfucker.
I got so fucking pissed off when the people at the school's administration office won't fucking give me my fucking password over the fucking phone.
Like, get a fucking grip.
I can prove that I indeed am Nurfareena Binte Jamalludin.
Who the fuck else would wanna see my fucking results?

Farrr: Uh, I lost my password, but I filled up the form already. I'm busy and I can't possibly go all the way to Bishan from Bedok just to get a few alphabets on a piece of paper to see my results.
Woman: Oh, you still have to come back to school to retrieve the document.
Farrr: Why can't you just verbally tell me my password over the phone?
Woman: Because it's your person information.
Farrr: But why? Ah whatever, thanks, bye.

FUCK PISSED LAH BITCH.
She didn't even answer my question. Kanina.
Seriously, wasting 45 fucking cents and 45 fucking minutes travelling all the way to fucking Bishan isn't worth it.
I would wait till school reopens to get my password, but I wanna see how I scored.
Cause the ITE exams were the only exams I really studied hard for.
O Levels could've kissed my huge Asian ass, cause I couldn't be bothered.
But ironically, I bothered for a fucking ITE exam.
So treat me lunch, bitch.
So yeah anyways, I'll have to travel all the way to Bishan to get a piece of paper that states a couple of capitalised and uncapitalised alphabets and numbers, jumbled up together to form a password.
Nice.
Thanks.
Oh, the best thing is, I didn't fucking lose my password in the first place.
It was in my drawer the whole fucking time.
Good going, Farrr.
HURH.

And it feels damn bloody hell fucking awesome to curse and swear again.
God, please don't get angry and strike me with lightning.

So uh yeah.
I'm like fuck bored now.

I wonder why my mind doesn't come up with random lines anymore.
Random lines which I then continue to make a verse.
A verse full of bull that people won't understand.
A verse full of bull that only I understand.
Am I full of bull?
Not BULL WITH HORNS bull.
BULLSHIT bull, you moron.

I have a sick mind.
You're one sick sick bitch, Fareena.


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!
I HAVE TO FUCKING GO TO BISHAN TOMORROW.
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.
I'm gonna build a teleport machine tonight.
So I need not wake up early for A MOTHERFUCKING PASSWORD.