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.
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.
posted by munchkin @ 6:16 PM
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