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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
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Becca is trying to convince herself that she still CAN get A1 for O lvl A Maths.
I am impressed with myself, especially for my AMath's result, in which I lost a ridiculously huge sum of marks for once again, the negative sign. I think it stalks me on purpose and destroys all my attempts to attain better marks for Maths. And due to "simplification" and two other mistakes that I can't exactly remember, I lost 3 marks; effectively dropping me from a B3 to a C5.
And the worst part is, Ms. Yeo didn't even say anything to me -- which mean she expects these kind of marks from me all the while...!!!!
AND this was the test I thought I could do quite well in, as opposed to the Probability and Vectors one which I undoubtedly screwed up. I really dread getting back that paper. Burning is too merciful a fate for that paper.
We were discussing poetry again for Lit, and this time it was Singaporean poems. I think they're really cool; you don't get stuff like that in Malaysia. You'll probably find some random patriotic stuff in Malay that only people with more than 50 years of experience in Malay can even understand.
(Which reminds me, I see Ivan writing Malay poems...! 0_o)
So, right... The poets were two guys, I suppose - and someone happened to ask if their were homosexually inclined. And Mr. Cheng concurred. The thing is, the poet of the "Supermarket..." poem was ALSO gay. And he had an entourage of other homosexual people as well, like Garcia Lorca and Walt Whitman. So...
Moral of the story: All of the male poets in Mr. Cheng's class are GAY.
Sprained my leg somehow, and it really hurts to walk - but went for PE anyway. Before you laugh at my stupidity, it really looked fun at that point of time okay...! Especially when it was either play or subject my head for target practice as other girls aim for the hoop directly above me.
So my leg kinda got worse. I was limping all the way back, when I was walking home. Serious. And I think I took double the time I normally do.... =.=
One would think with all the fat cushioning it, my legs would be less apt to injure itself. I guess not.
Oo. Bio test tomorrow.
5:55 PM
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Becca is trying to convince herself that she still CAN get A1 for O lvl A Maths.
I am impressed with myself, especially for my AMath's result, in which I lost a ridiculously huge sum of marks for once again, the negative sign. I think it stalks me on purpose and destroys all my attempts to attain better marks for Maths. And due to "simplification" and two other mistakes that I can't exactly remember, I lost 3 marks; effectively dropping me from a B3 to a C5.
And the worst part is, Ms. Yeo didn't even say anything to me -- which mean she expects these kind of marks from me all the while...!!!!
AND this was the test I thought I could do quite well in, as opposed to the Probability and Vectors one which I undoubtedly screwed up. I really dread getting back that paper. Burning is too merciful a fate for that paper.
We were discussing poetry again for Lit, and this time it was Singaporean poems. I think they're really cool; you don't get stuff like that in Malaysia. You'll probably find some random patriotic stuff in Malay that only people with more than 50 years of experience in Malay can even understand.
(Which reminds me, I see Ivan writing Malay poems...! 0_o)
So, right... The poets were two guys, I suppose - and someone happened to ask if their were homosexually inclined. And Mr. Cheng concurred. The thing is, the poet of the "Supermarket..." poem was ALSO gay. And he had an entourage of other homosexual people as well, like Garcia Lorca and Walt Whitman. So...
Moral of the story: All of the male poets in Mr. Cheng's class are GAY.
Sprained my leg somehow, and it really hurts to walk - but went for PE anyway. Before you laugh at my stupidity, it really looked fun at that point of time okay...! Especially when it was either play or subject my head for target practice as other girls aim for the hoop directly above me.
So my leg kinda got worse. I was limping all the way back, when I was walking home. Serious. And I think I took double the time I normally do.... =.=
One would think with all the fat cushioning it, my legs would be less apt to injure itself. I guess not.
