Rain, rain come again...

Today was my last Chinese tuition lesson, and thus another chapter ends.

Actually, I have to go back in half an hour's time. Because my tutor is also my younger brother's tutor and babysitter, and I need to collect the little fella. Lol. (Is that anti-climatic, or what?)

*Reads wf's tag. Clicks on wf's blog link. Scratches head in confusion.*

Why does wf's blog lead to some... codex forum?? I didn't know wf was a supporter of codex forums. Heehee.

Hmm.

Let's review the upcoming horrors of next week.

Monday- Higher Chinese
Tuesday- Chemistry Practical
Wednesday-
Thursday- Elective Literature
Friday- Music Harmony Paper

Oh good. My entire week's been schedule for fun, fun and more unlimited fun. All except that sore thumb in the middle. Blessed sore thumb.

Speaking of blessings, the monsoon season seems to have arrived amidst thunder and lightning. But that's okay with me, because I've missed seeing rain pour, just pour down from the heavens. I can just imagine the water washing all the dust from the air.

Hmm. Wonder what happens when all that soot goes into the water bodies around. Ah, I bet the fish are a catch 22 situation. If it doesn't rain, they die. If it does rain, they could still die. Although by comparison, the latter is a much faster way.

Fish (dons red cape and underwear and sings,) "I’m more than a fish, I’m more than a dish, more than some ugly face inside a drain. And its not easy, to be meeeee.... "

Or how about this:

Fish (wears silk top hat and holds walking stick,) "I'mmmmm pouting in the rain, just whinning in the rain! What a disgusting feeling, I'm dirty again! I'm scowling at haze, so dark up above. The stench's in my gills, and I'm feeling so ill......"

Lol.

Alright, enough insanity around here. I'm going back to Social Studies, so you people can just wait for the next episode of crazy ramblings.

Jya ne.

Hungry!

Argh, I can't stand it when the IP people have something on and the rest of us don't.

Thanks to their EOYs, we, the poor O Level people, have nothing to eat.

Argh!

I'M HUNGRY!?!?!?

Why is the canteen closed at 2pm??

:(

I'm gonna fall asleep during music lesson.

Saddddd....

Awh, I HATE it when the IP people have these kinds of things going on. First sabbaticals, then now their EOYs. They turned off the darn bell during their sabbaticals, but yet couldn't be bothered to do the same for us poor O Level people during our Prelims. Now, during THEIR EOYs, they turned off the bell AGAIN! OH JOY!

IP this, IP that.

:( (Pulls a long face. Stomach makes irritating and emabarrassing noise again.)

Well actually it just shows you that fasting for one meal isn't actually so bad.

..........

Ok, that was yesterday. I'm back in the music room! Different computer though. Waiting for the Sec 1s to finish their EOY HMP Paper 3 assesments so Mrs Ee can come help us. Sigh. O Level Music Paper 3 is... NEXT THURSDAY!!! OH joy. Helphelphelphelphelp.

On the brighter side, I can say "GOODBYE and GOOD RIDANCE" to my grade 7 exam pieces AT LAST. Oh!... I'm so bored of them.

*Some Sec 1 is playing Pink Panther on the piano. Haha. So lame.*

Sigh. I want to learn the harp. Sigh.

A symmetrical looking sentence. Cool huh?

*Screams: Sec1s hurrrrry up. I want to PRACTICE!!*

Aw. My juniors are so talented.

Excuse my useless and redundant rambling.

Chinese Lit does something to the brain. I need an escape!

Oh! Guess who finally got caught for skipping school. She has the worst luck I've ever seen in a person. But I guess that's just because she used it all up already. Got away without CCA, walked out of school in between lessons without getting caught, yup, there's a limit to how lucky one can get. Just so happened that our form teacher called her dad to ask why she wasn't in school. That's unusual for a start, because Ms C doesn't often call parents about stuff. Must be because of the canteen food poisoning thing. Man, she chose a lousy time to skip school. Well anyway, it also just so happened that she told her dad she was going to school. Add those two "just so happened" together and what do you get? Major busting.

I feel kinda sorry. After all, its like, the last week of our four-year education in Nanyang, and she had to get into trouble on the 5th last day. Isn't that sad?

But then again, she does deserve it.

Ok, I promise I shalln't be so gossipy again.

Sigh. I'm so tired. Yet somewhat motivated. What to do? Who knows.

Post Prelims and Under-the-table Snacks

The Peanut Princess has demanded that I update my blog, so here it is.

I'm soooooo sad.

:(

*Crawls under rock and hides there till the end of O Levels*

With my poor dismal results, I can't go where I want to unless something is done about it. Which is highly unlikely, considering my very hard-hearted teachers.

Wails.

The million dollar question screams to be answered.

WILL THERE BE MODERATION?

The likely answer is no. Likely, because nobody dares to clarify. That's because nobody wants to get another earful of lecture.

Life is unfair. My friend's school moderated.

I want to just rot my one month away. Rot, rots, rotting, decomposed. I'm sure being CO2 is much more interesting. You get to be taken into a leaf, turned into glucose, then eaten by an animal, and finally returned to your true form and excreted through the lungs. I want to see how dirty an average human in Singapore's lungs are. I'm sure they're all grey with haze particles. The haze is so bad, its misty out there.

Dear God, please send heavenloads and heavenloads of water to wash everything all nice and new.

I'm totally sick and tired of looking at prelim papers. Still, a inexplicable drive within me screams, get off yer fat butt lazy and do something productive!!!!

Is this counted? I want to know.

I'M SAD!!! Life is unfair. Here's an interesting excerpt from today:

Background infor: Peanut Princess is asking form teacher if she can get an authenticated letter from school to apply for Melbourne pre-U course. Form teacher says vice-principal doesn't allow it, and that school admin is too flustered to disturb. Yours truly suggests that her Royal Highness make her own letter stating her prelim results and get each subject's teacher to sign it.

Form Teacher, looking serious and nodding head: I guess that's one solution to it.

Peanut Princess, leaning against staffroom door to hold it open: Ok, thank you Ms C.

Form Teacher, jokingly as she walks away: You won't inflate your marks will you?

Yours Truly, feeling a wave of sudden despair, calls out: She doesn't need to.

Isn't life unfair? The Peanut Princess only needed 6 B4s but she got 4 A1s and 2 B3s.

I think I need the A1s more.

Cries.

I don't want to do anymore!

But yet I have to. D***, d***, d***.

The deepest feelings of frustration and inner conflict are inexpressible in words. It just feels like something inside is tearing me apart. Oh yes, torn between productive living and procrastination. The battle of the wills has begun, will I prevail???

When the skies are so grey and opaque, the clear blue sky is easy to forget. I haven't seen a piece of blue sky for ages, thanks to the ingenuity of the Indonesian farmers. Darn it, just stop burning. Makes you want to collect all the dust bits and throw it back at 'em.

Dad's screaming at Jason again. So irritating. First there's my highly-strung Dad, then there's my crying little brother. Man, I CAN'T stand them ANYMORE!. I should just go to the library and study.