Decisions, decisions

After pretending to study for over an hour, marking pages to study with colourful post-its, doing the obvious routine of maintaining my oral hygiene, wiggling my toes under running water and unceremoniously throwing tomorrow's necessities into the bagpack, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and lie there until the alarm clock badgers me into the shower stalls. But in order to crawl into bed I first had to fold a pile of laundry. As much as I would like to ignore the colourful garments strewn everywhere, it was simply too lumpy to maximise sleeping conditions -__-"

After the said folding activity, I eventually drifted off. Little did I know that I'd be making a thorny decision upon waking up.

It was raining you see, and class was at 8am, and this morning's lesson is (and always will be) my least favourite one; English. You would only understand my predicament if you live in ululand where the weather is cool and balmy on most mornings and holds an assorted box of mindlessly dull subjects for a semester.

The ultimate question now is, whether or not I managed to shove my sleep deprived self into the shower, march under the rain to Q block and struggle to keep my eyes open for ninety minutes which I would selectively choose to omit cos I'm annoying like that =)

Friday Morning Rush

I shan't be late for English.
I won't be late for English.
I can't be late for English.
I might be late for English.
I think I’ll be late for English.

Damn I’m late for English.

Ask Me, I'll Shoot You

I hardly ever blog about my studies or results nowadays which unintentionally creates a picture of me flunking my studies.

It is purely unintentional i can assure you that much.

Anyway!

I got my semester two results on Saturday. 

Can you imagine several THOUSANDS of people logged on to one webpage to face their fate? Not funny okay. Particularly when it gets so jammed up and you're having hyperactive butterflies buzzing about in your tummy.

Overall, I should be happy with my results. 

BUT, I'm not. 

End of story.

Tummy Orchestra

Happy to announce I give my college too much credit sometimes. English paper was peanuts.

Agree?

I had at least forty five minutes to spare as it is not a habit of mine to leave the hall early so despite my frantic urge to pee, I stayed put and check and check and check until I was satisfied. A whole semester of daydreaming in classes and I'm still getting my A :D


For now, I shall go eat my breakfast lunch and dinner. Was so so unsure and panicky about the exam format I couldn't squeeze anything in my system. One says this, another says that sampai one big commotion erupted. Looking back at the moment, can laugh wei.

Aiyoh!

Who gets nervous for an ENGLISH paper? TELL ME.

I am in TARC for gods sake. I am in advantage here, remember?

This last minute anxiety thing has to go. I am just thankful that this time around, I'm not trying to pass a driving test or going for a dentist appointment.

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Someone please teach me how to be less panicky. And along away, maybe you could help me be less cranky when I don't get food at a certain time interval :D

Unfairness

I think I may be depressed. But I surely am lividly annoyed.

My English teacher has once again left me pissed and fuming at the mouth.

Eh woman, I know you have issues with me, my classmates and probably all your other classes because no one seems to be listening eventhough you keep clearing your throat for the five hundredth time.

You wanna know why? Because you're such a bore to the extend that I can feel my braincells slowly shutting off one by one due to the lack of activity on your classroom.

Do you think your attempt to belittle my English by presenting me with a measly B will get me shaken, down on my knees begging for forgiveness or something? Yes, scoring B in English classwork in tarc is fecking awful in my books, but I know better this time.

Downgrading mine and every other classmates's coursework marks will not earn you any respect, just so you know.

This is uncalled for.

I want justice.

P/s: Gotta run, I was suppose to meet up with Yang at twelve and it's 12.12pm already. Aiks! I got carried away. If you're reading this, I'm supersorry :PP
P/ss: since when did Blogger come up with the reaction function? Supercool wei :)