I am not happy with my results. Holidays are ending. It looks like we would soon be working our asses of doing past years the next month, before enduring the torturous A2 examination. And then only comes... the (temporary) break. So not happy at all.
Others have already garnered their nicknames like Oxford boy, Cambridge boy, Imperial girl, LSE crowd. I really hope its NTU for me, not asking too much right? =/. Mom says I should be living alone, yay! Something which I have been looking forward to, but lets see how things turn out first.
On a day I slept 16 hours, I had a dream marathon. I know sleeping for so long isn't all healthy, but 6 hours for the past few days is a good reason for such compensation. Anyway, one dream of note would be of Mrs. Lim. Now of all people, why the devilish wicked witch from the seventh floor of hell you ask? Because in that time, she was especially nice in telling me it is OK to score D for Maths. It is OK to score a 57. It is OK because the last questions of paper 3 and paper 4 were extremely hard, and we aren't expected to answer it. ....I deserve a smack, for putting her in such good light. She even admitted she wasn't a good teacher and poor us suffered too much. A dream is only a dream afterall -_-''.
I so happen to graze my knee. Moments later I felt blood oozing out. It didn't feel painful, but I was definitely hurt. Strange, huh? Apparently, its because only my oh-so exterior blood vessel was ruptured without affecting any receptors...swt. I suppose we do collide sometimes, just not known to ourselves.
Haih, tennis in a few more hours. Coach called in advance to request I spar with Chow at 9 am sharp ( don't I every week, and since when time has been on Coach's list ), then pan mee for lunch, go home and sleep. Pretty much routine. Gee gee gee.
Others have already garnered their nicknames like Oxford boy, Cambridge boy, Imperial girl, LSE crowd. I really hope its NTU for me, not asking too much right? =/. Mom says I should be living alone, yay! Something which I have been looking forward to, but lets see how things turn out first.
On a day I slept 16 hours, I had a dream marathon. I know sleeping for so long isn't all healthy, but 6 hours for the past few days is a good reason for such compensation. Anyway, one dream of note would be of Mrs. Lim. Now of all people, why the devilish wicked witch from the seventh floor of hell you ask? Because in that time, she was especially nice in telling me it is OK to score D for Maths. It is OK to score a 57. It is OK because the last questions of paper 3 and paper 4 were extremely hard, and we aren't expected to answer it. ....I deserve a smack, for putting her in such good light. She even admitted she wasn't a good teacher and poor us suffered too much. A dream is only a dream afterall -_-''.
I so happen to graze my knee. Moments later I felt blood oozing out. It didn't feel painful, but I was definitely hurt. Strange, huh? Apparently, its because only my oh-so exterior blood vessel was ruptured without affecting any receptors...swt. I suppose we do collide sometimes, just not known to ourselves.
Haih, tennis in a few more hours. Coach called in advance to request I spar with Chow at 9 am sharp ( don't I every week, and since when time has been on Coach's list ), then pan mee for lunch, go home and sleep. Pretty much routine. Gee gee gee.
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