For the first time in my entire life, I was not at least in the top fifteen of the class. Heck! I didn't even make it to the top twenty let alone thirty...
For the first time in my life, I didn't get a single A1 or A2 and not to mention, it's the first time my level position has reached the hundreds and fifties... I really really HATE my class. The people in my class are the type which study for fun and devour textbooks whole for lunch. They are the kind of people who probably can afford to play computer games the night before an exam, and still achieve an A1. Why? Why? Why couldn't God have bestowed upon me a better brain with more brain cells? Why can't I get into the mood to study one month before the exams? Why do I have to daydream whenever I am studying? I swear, that out of an hour I am "studying", at least half an hour is wasted on building castles in the air. Really, it's true, I'm not exaggerating. I always study the night before exams, and it has always worked for me. Till now. I feel like screaming and tearing out my hair my the roots, but that is just going to add on to my hair-loss problem. See? Ever since secondary 2 I have been so stressed till I have been losing hair. When I got to sec 3, and when the mid-year exams were around the corner, I lost more hair. Its a wonder that I am not bald by now.
Alright, enough of my hair-loss problem. Let's talk about a person whom I shall call Mr. X in this blog post. First of all, I HATE YOU MR. X!!!!! It's all because of you that my parents are so pissed at me. Why do you have to tell them that more than half of the cohort got an A1 for math? May I remind you that out of those people, 99.9% have tuition whereas I do not. And for your information, my class is not average!!! How can a class, whose top pupil rank fourth in level be average? Now, my parents are left with the impression that I rank 37/42 in an average class. And let me tell you, three of my scores are almost A2s. They are 69.1, 69.3, and 69.6 respectively. All of them needs less than one mark to become an A, so you can just keep your big, fat mouth shut. Oh yeah, I should tell you something, you should take care of the skin on your face more. Currently, it looks a whole lot like the moon. Full of craters and all if you get my drift. I can't imagine how you can even have a girlfriend.
All right, I am done ranting for now, hence I shall stop blogging and waste my time on other areas which I feel are more meaningful.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Ewwww...
Gross! Gross! Gross!!! Ewwwww... I had washed my feet two times with Dettol and I still feel that my left foot is unclean. I shall now relate my tale, which had freaked me out greatly, to you...
I was using the computer, and after playing Pet Society in Facebook, I had decided not to go blogging as there was nothing interesting to blog about. As I had a sore throat, I went to the kitchen to refill my water bottle as the water level was dangerously low. So, like the many previous trips, I went to the kitchen and refilled my bottle without incident. As I was stepping out of the kitchen (I recall I was half in and half out of the door way), I brought my left foot down on something...
Something that went...
"CRACK..."
I froze immediately, and fearing for the worse (I thought I had stepped on a cockroach. There is nothing else that scares me more than cockroaches except for the Dark, ghosts that probably only exist in my imagination and so on and so forth...), I lifted up my foot and steeled myself to look down.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
I released a loud and somewhat hoarse shriek (due to my sore throat) when I realized what I had stepped on. An unmoving baby lizard was on the floor, by the doorway of the kitchen. I was pretty sure I had squashed the unfortunate lizard flat on the marble floor by stomping on it unintentionally with my big feet, but as the lighting was dim, I could not see properly and was not really sure about that. Hence, I remained rooted to the spot, and like the dummy I was, I was squawking out loudly "Gross,gross, gross!!!" over and over again like a spoilt tape recorder. Then, to my astonishment, the lizard crawled away. My sisters went out of their rooms to see what was the commotion about, and when they found out, they started laughing like crazy. My younger sister, Putty (that's her nickname, don't ask me why), went to pry my father out of his room where he was watching telly to make him catch the lizard. My father was very amused and when he tried to catch the lizard, it almost ran into the room of my elder sister. I was so freaked out that I screamed. Very loudly. For some weird reason, I thought that the lizard was going to run towards me.
When my father caught the lizard, I wanted to ask him was the lizard strange looking in any way such as whether did it had an oddly-shaped head or was it kind of flat-looking compared to other lizards. However, ignorance is bliss, and I decided that I didn't really want to know and frankly, I don't really care about whether did I disfigure the lizard for life or something. I went to the toilet and washed my feet two times with anti-bacteria wash before returning to the computer. I shall be traumatized for life now. Why do all the experiences that freaks me out got to do with lizards? There was once when I was in primary1 or 2, the boys threw a half rotten lizard on to my seat. I got so scared till I cried (just a few tears leaked out, I didn't start to bawl loudly). I am glad to say that at the sight of my tears, the boys got so panicky and frightened, so they immediately cleared the lizard away. They even cleaned my chair. How nice of them one may say, but if they weren't so playful and started to play with decomposing lizards, none of that would have happened.
In all, my sore throat is worse, my sisters are sniggering at me, and I am labelled as a girly-girl by my family due to my shrieking. Not exactly a good day for me I suppose. And now, my computer time is up, so I shall stop blogging now.
I was using the computer, and after playing Pet Society in Facebook, I had decided not to go blogging as there was nothing interesting to blog about. As I had a sore throat, I went to the kitchen to refill my water bottle as the water level was dangerously low. So, like the many previous trips, I went to the kitchen and refilled my bottle without incident. As I was stepping out of the kitchen (I recall I was half in and half out of the door way), I brought my left foot down on something...
Something that went...
"CRACK..."
I froze immediately, and fearing for the worse (I thought I had stepped on a cockroach. There is nothing else that scares me more than cockroaches except for the Dark, ghosts that probably only exist in my imagination and so on and so forth...), I lifted up my foot and steeled myself to look down.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
I released a loud and somewhat hoarse shriek (due to my sore throat) when I realized what I had stepped on. An unmoving baby lizard was on the floor, by the doorway of the kitchen. I was pretty sure I had squashed the unfortunate lizard flat on the marble floor by stomping on it unintentionally with my big feet, but as the lighting was dim, I could not see properly and was not really sure about that. Hence, I remained rooted to the spot, and like the dummy I was, I was squawking out loudly "Gross,gross, gross!!!" over and over again like a spoilt tape recorder. Then, to my astonishment, the lizard crawled away. My sisters went out of their rooms to see what was the commotion about, and when they found out, they started laughing like crazy. My younger sister, Putty (that's her nickname, don't ask me why), went to pry my father out of his room where he was watching telly to make him catch the lizard. My father was very amused and when he tried to catch the lizard, it almost ran into the room of my elder sister. I was so freaked out that I screamed. Very loudly. For some weird reason, I thought that the lizard was going to run towards me.
When my father caught the lizard, I wanted to ask him was the lizard strange looking in any way such as whether did it had an oddly-shaped head or was it kind of flat-looking compared to other lizards. However, ignorance is bliss, and I decided that I didn't really want to know and frankly, I don't really care about whether did I disfigure the lizard for life or something. I went to the toilet and washed my feet two times with anti-bacteria wash before returning to the computer. I shall be traumatized for life now. Why do all the experiences that freaks me out got to do with lizards? There was once when I was in primary1 or 2, the boys threw a half rotten lizard on to my seat. I got so scared till I cried (just a few tears leaked out, I didn't start to bawl loudly). I am glad to say that at the sight of my tears, the boys got so panicky and frightened, so they immediately cleared the lizard away. They even cleaned my chair. How nice of them one may say, but if they weren't so playful and started to play with decomposing lizards, none of that would have happened.
In all, my sore throat is worse, my sisters are sniggering at me, and I am labelled as a girly-girl by my family due to my shrieking. Not exactly a good day for me I suppose. And now, my computer time is up, so I shall stop blogging now.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Exams are over!!!!
Hooray! The exams are finally over!!! No more studying and less stress for me now!!! Yipee! I can now read all the books I want, watch all the movies that interest me and play computer games without feeling guilty!!! Haha... Feeling extremely happy today. I would be even happier if the bio paper today wasn't so hard. I died at the MCQs... But still, it's over and I can't do a thing about it anymore. So, I shall forget everything that have got to do with exams, and concentrate on relaxing instead... I anticipate, yet dread next week, because I will get to find out how well or badly I have done for my exams. I shall not expect too much because I didn't really work hard. I mean I did work hard, but I could do better. Ah well... But I am pretty certain that I did not do too badly. At most I shall fail physics and A math but I was already weak in them in the first place.
My cousin, Chang Fang, just supplied me with maybe twenty-nine or thirty books. I can't wait to sink my teeth into them. But they are kind of stinky and old. No, I do not mind old books, but I am scared that while reading, I may find some sort of "surprise" in them (silver fish, bits of food, unknown pieces of odd looking stuff etc.). As I like to read books lying on my bed, I shudder to think of those free gifts landing on my pillow or coming into contact with my hands. However, the few books that I had already read are relatively surprise-free, so I shall hope that the same goes for the rest. Another bad thing about old books are that it is just too hard to find their sequel. For instance, I had read an extremely good book that I liked, but then it was in a series and I was only in possession of the first book. Thinking that perhaps I could go buy the sequels, I flipped to the front of the book and realized that the book was published in around 1989. Grrrrr.... So the chances of me being able to find the sequels are like next to nothing. Heck, it is almost impossible for me to find a book published in 2003 (or 2004, I can't remember). Perhaps I can buy it online on sites like eBay, but I am not sure it is a good idea. For one thing, the prices are always inflated, and for another thing, I do not have a credit card. Hence, I can stop daydreaming about reading Demon Witch, sequel to Hellhole, in the Sorcerers of the Nightwing series. Oh, and I checked my book. It was first published in 2002, but the edition I have was published in 2003. Actually, I have found the second book in my school library, but it was in chinese, so naturally, I did not read it. But later on, I regretted it and went back into the library to borrow the book and guess what? I could not find the book. I have went to the library multiple times and I still have not found the book till today. The search is still ongoing but I shall give it up I think. It's not as if I will enjoy the book thoroughly when it is written in chinese. Yeah, I know it's my mother tongue and I take Higher Chinese too, but in my opinion, those are pretty feeble excuses for me to love chinese.
I have decided that this blog entry is long enough, hence I shall stop here. I have still not gotten the hang of ending my blog posts properly, so I shall just say a good bye and end here.
My cousin, Chang Fang, just supplied me with maybe twenty-nine or thirty books. I can't wait to sink my teeth into them. But they are kind of stinky and old. No, I do not mind old books, but I am scared that while reading, I may find some sort of "surprise" in them (silver fish, bits of food, unknown pieces of odd looking stuff etc.). As I like to read books lying on my bed, I shudder to think of those free gifts landing on my pillow or coming into contact with my hands. However, the few books that I had already read are relatively surprise-free, so I shall hope that the same goes for the rest. Another bad thing about old books are that it is just too hard to find their sequel. For instance, I had read an extremely good book that I liked, but then it was in a series and I was only in possession of the first book. Thinking that perhaps I could go buy the sequels, I flipped to the front of the book and realized that the book was published in around 1989. Grrrrr.... So the chances of me being able to find the sequels are like next to nothing. Heck, it is almost impossible for me to find a book published in 2003 (or 2004, I can't remember). Perhaps I can buy it online on sites like eBay, but I am not sure it is a good idea. For one thing, the prices are always inflated, and for another thing, I do not have a credit card. Hence, I can stop daydreaming about reading Demon Witch, sequel to Hellhole, in the Sorcerers of the Nightwing series. Oh, and I checked my book. It was first published in 2002, but the edition I have was published in 2003. Actually, I have found the second book in my school library, but it was in chinese, so naturally, I did not read it. But later on, I regretted it and went back into the library to borrow the book and guess what? I could not find the book. I have went to the library multiple times and I still have not found the book till today. The search is still ongoing but I shall give it up I think. It's not as if I will enjoy the book thoroughly when it is written in chinese. Yeah, I know it's my mother tongue and I take Higher Chinese too, but in my opinion, those are pretty feeble excuses for me to love chinese.
I have decided that this blog entry is long enough, hence I shall stop here. I have still not gotten the hang of ending my blog posts properly, so I shall just say a good bye and end here.
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