Mister Fat Orange

Haha so true?

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reading this makes me imagining some guy wearing like baby pink, white long pants. holding a basket, jumping in a flowery field, picking flowers.

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CHRISTINA.

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What the heck, I can’t take it any longer. If you have a problem with the photos I’m taking, then tell me when I taking those photos. Don’t wait until the photos are printed out already, then you dish all your unhappiness to me. Don’t always think you’re correct with no mistakes. Let me tell you this, you lived long enough to know that you’re not the king of the world. I’ve enough of your crap. That’s why I dont like talking to you, or mixing with you, or even taking photos with you. You just make me freaking angry all the time!

The emotions I feel inside will never be allowed to be displayed on the outside. I just dont want people to know about it.

It’s horrible. The feeling inside. Things are just affecting me way to much. I am containing the emotions flowing inside of me. And the stretch marks are surfacing. I’m about to explode. Too many things are happening at one point of my life. Maybe I’m not tough enough to encounter the challenges.

Friends

I am still at an age where friends are extremely important to me. I treasure them alot. & sometimes I wish I had a best friend. Not a friend that hangs out with you once in a blue moon. I dont have one. I’m missing out. I’m everywhere. Sometimes with him, sometimes with her. Sometimes with them. Sometimes alone. Most of the time alone.

I dont like this at all.

I come to a conclusion that only Daddy God fufils the criteria. He talks to me everywhere. And He dont disappear, and leave me alone.

And recently, I just did something very very bad and I feel very guilty and I feel like such a huge jerk for committing such a thing. Dont worry, its nothing illegal. But yeah. I feel horrible now.

Guilt. Shame. Pain. Betrayal. Lie. Cheat. Disloyalties. Friendship. Uneasy. Difficulties.

Results

I’m easily satisfied. I’m not of a high achiever, even though I should. I never tries to get As. I just want to pass. But from what see, that mindset is not accepted in society. You get labelled as stupid. Your efforts and results are counted as crappy, or bullcrap. This days I just feel so, extremely lousy. So stupid. And left out. And extremely extremely useless. Am in Normal Acad. But scoring on borderline passes? I must be stupid.

I dont get support from anywhere but from the Word. Felt slightly better after knowing that God loves me no matter what. Knowing that God doesnt love someone on their abilities to score As. I know my parents love me, but I hate the pressure this year. Achieving something I thought was pretty good, but rejected immediately and my efforts were doubted.

I only can turn to the Lord. Daddy God, I need a bigger miracle quick…

Appearance 

This is the worst. I know I’m fat. I know I’m short. Ugly. Useless. Irritating. Stupid. But I dont want this too! I freaking hate being those. It’s not like I have a choice now to go back time and tell the little me to stop eating. I’ve never been slim in my life. God knows when I’ll be.

I try to get encouragements from my family, but it’s worst.

“A fact is a fact, Dominic”.

I got that from my family.

It’s not that I dont want to jog. If I could, i would do so ALL the time! Im serious. Asthma is the only problem. & all of you who thinks Asthma is nothing, you try being me.

I’ve been struggling since 4. With nearly hundred attacks per year. Every morning and every night breathless. Laugh too much, or talk to much breathless. Go to school, come home from school, breathless. Jog?

Swimming just makes it worst. Trust me.

I dont want this!

Why the heck must this happen to me. Why.

I only have one slightly encouraging thing to say regarding this. I dont get breathless when I sing. Worshipping. I dont get Asthma. Praise God for this, amazing gift.

But other then that, I get breathless easily.

I really feel very very very down now. I feel like doing nothing for the rest of my life. I feel like, really really bad. Ughh.

Horrible is a word to describe only 1/10 of my emotions.

Good evening Tumblr.

I have a devastating news to share to you.

I feel extremely bad and lousy just because I’m unable to produce good results my parents want. I’ve not exactly showed or told them about my results, but I know it will only cause anger or disappointment to fill that empty dining hall if I did.

Although I am very happy with my results, but I know my parents aren’t. Even though I managed to pass all my subjects, and even stood in placing number 8 for Math, I’m not convinced that my parents will be satisfied. I know they’ll be mad. Because all my other subjects are boderline passes. I am very pleased with that marks, really. I did very badly for my CA and Mid Year, and this was already a huge miracle.

Without further or do, I’ll reveal my results.

English: 44/80   55% (yup I know, I suck. whatever.)

Math: Paper 1-39/60  Paper 2-51.5/60 Total: 75%

Poa: 50.5/100 (this is a miracle. I’ll get to that later on.)

Combine Sci: Chem-37/50  Phy-28/50 Total: 65%

Chinese: 30.5/60   50.8%

Combine Humans: Geog-20/50   SS: Paper 1(SBQ)-??/25  Paper 2(SEQ)-12/25.

As you can see, my Social Studies and Geography is pulling me down. But if I can 18/25 for my SS Paper 1, I’ll pass my humanities already. So you can tell that, what I’m aiming for is a PASS. And I pretty much achievedf most of it. I was pretty happy with my results.

Especially POA. Principles of Accounts ALWAYS bugs me. Mainly because I dont get the subject, dont care and dont like the subject. So I daydream in POA. & I expected a single digit mark for the exam. But I dropped dead on the ground when I saw 50.5. I screamed and yelled, “Praise God!” It was a very happy moment.

Today, I told my SS teacher that I need 18/25 for my Paper 1 to pass my Humanities. Her reply was, “No, impossible. Your SBQ is horrible. It sucks. The class couldnt do it.” My morale went down like 10 steps.

When I got home, the response was even horrible. I told my mom I got a A1 for Math. Instead of praising me, “Your other subjects leh!”

I replied, “most likely, Humanities will fail.”

She shouted, “HOW TO GO SEC 4?!!!”

I told her that I passed everything else and is able to promote to sec 4.

She replied angrily. “YOU DONT WANT TO TELL ME YOUR MARKS, THEN DONT TELL ME. DONT EXPECT ME TO TALK ANYTHIGN ABOUT YOUR RESULTS. OR SIGN YOUR REPORT CARD. GO AWAY.”

Devastating.

I went back to my room and looked at my results and realize how crappy they were. I felt really stupid. No… I FEEL VERY STUPID.

I cant study. I cant even ace in English. What in the world is wrong with me? Am I not faithful enough, in the Lord? I thought I did well, and I once loved my marks. But I hate hate HATE MYSELF NOW.

HOW AM I ABLE TO SHOW MY FREAKING RESULTS TO MY PARENTS?!

Ugh, wth. Different expectations, different goals.

I wasn’t aiming high enough. But I was giving it my all already. I prayed alot.

But to my parents, I am just simply a fat lazy person.

They never appreciates my efforts.

It was a tough year, with many many difficulties I went through.

I was amazed with how God have helpe me go through it. Ugh, I just dont have the courage to tell them this.

I really hate myself. And I hate my brains. I am very disappointed in the results now. I feel that I am lazy. I feel really really just plain stupid. Cant make it in the stupid express stream and still boderline passing in Acad. How stupid can I get.

Reidiculous.

I. Feel. Extremely. Bad.

HELLO PEOPLE WHO FOLLOWS ME AIMLESSLY.

HAHAHAHAH. I actually forgot my user name, then i realize it was my email

then i signed in.

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Hey guys,

This is my cover of my favourite song, “You Lost Me.” by Christina Aguilera. I hope you like it. It is rreally hard to sing, so pardon my pitching and notes!