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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Monday, February 9, 2009
OKAY. In order to placate some already annoyed people, I shall not complain about the fact that (almost) every single person I know insists of calling me fat at the most unopportune of times. (A BMI OF 19.4 IS NOT FAT OKAY.)
Erm.
Yeah.
Anyways, it seemed that my continued complaints and badgering of all the teachers involved has finally bore fruit. I'm going to have mother tongue classes in Xinmin. (ADI, STEPHEN, FAIZ better be grateful!!!) BUT. This means the expectations of a guaranteed A1 and the surrendering of my Mother Tongue file. Which is in a crappy condition. Of which I have to try to remedy it in approximately 7 hours before tomorrow, a task too great for any normal human being.
If I survive a tongue lashing tomorrow, oh well, you'll find out.
And oh.
Only 10 people in 403 PASSED their Physics test. This doesn't really bode well for me. Really. Really. Really.
Now, I have just added into my list of ways to die before O levels. Some of which include aneroxia (from starving myself) or sell-induced stress. It's now a downhill battle to see which actually brings me to the very brink of death.
Oh yeah.
I also have to apologize that I lack any deep, chim things to write in my blog. I blame it on my shallow mind. So there.
5:10 PM
Monday, February 9, 2009
OKAY. In order to placate some already annoyed people, I shall not complain about the fact that (almost) every single person I know insists of calling me fat at the most unopportune of times. (A BMI OF 19.4 IS NOT FAT OKAY.)
Erm.
Yeah.
Anyways, it seemed that my continued complaints and badgering of all the teachers involved has finally bore fruit. I'm going to have mother tongue classes in Xinmin. (ADI, STEPHEN, FAIZ better be grateful!!!) BUT. This means the expectations of a guaranteed A1 and the surrendering of my Mother Tongue file. Which is in a crappy condition. Of which I have to try to remedy it in approximately 7 hours before tomorrow, a task too great for any normal human being.
If I survive a tongue lashing tomorrow, oh well, you'll find out.
And oh.
Only 10 people in 403 PASSED their Physics test. This doesn't really bode well for me. Really. Really. Really.
Now, I have just added into my list of ways to die before O levels. Some of which include aneroxia (from starving myself) or sell-induced stress. It's now a downhill battle to see which actually brings me to the very brink of death.
Oh yeah.
I also have to apologize that I lack any deep, chim things to write in my blog. I blame it on my shallow mind. So there.
