i cun sleep. i feel lyke sucha good girl today. studied/do hmwk almost the whole day. woke up at 12.30 had brunch. probably lunch already. then did english letter writting and journal. rested. then did physics. bathe and dinner. then did a lil of a.maths. studied for s.s. did mind-map for it. then watched tv for 15 mins. did a.maths again til now.
woo. the a.maths questions are tough enough to exhaust all my brain cells. din manage to finish everything. but yay, i did physics! probably no big deal. suddenly feel so scared again. scared as in freaking out. gonna have 3 tests this week and its one after another. tues: lit on 12th nights i think. wed: a.maths, thurs: maths. and i dun wanna fail. i've failed my physics and chinese already.
i realli envy my cousin. she's same age as me, and she's studying in australia. and they're always having holidays. and its lyke quite slack there. i wan that too man. everyone's realli competitive and if you dun keep up with the pace, u'll be left behind. sumewad i think i'll retain this year. seriously speaking. i'm lyke struggling big time with my studies man, since last year. or maybe i suck big time in my humanities. so much memorising to do, and i hate memorising stuff. it drives me crazy. realli veri pei fu terkey man. she's lyke sume human computer tt memorizes almost every single thing in the txtbk. balls to our education system. balls to it.
while i was revising my ss, my dad suddenly reminded of all the stupid things i did when i was a kid. you know the scar on my left brow, i got it when i was 4. i was jumping up and dwn on my granma's bed, when i fell and banged my head into the edge of the bed. and i got this veri deep cut that need to be stitched up. they rushed me to t.t.s and the doctor stitched up the wound without giving me the anasthesia. cos my dad said i was too young and it would damage my brain. and my dad was lyke going on and on abt it. den he was saying that when they stitched me up, i was screaming lyke hell. but i dun even remember a thing, other than banging my head against the edge of the bed.
maybe that explains why i've got a realli deep voice for a girl. i did alot of stoopid things last time. and they're realli stoopid. there was once when i was on my father's car, and i was holding on to a macdonalds straw. the car jerked and i ramed the straw into the my eye. stoopid right. and my parents rushed me to t.t.s again. but obviously nothing happened.
woo. the a.maths questions are tough enough to exhaust all my brain cells. din manage to finish everything. but yay, i did physics! probably no big deal. suddenly feel so scared again. scared as in freaking out. gonna have 3 tests this week and its one after another. tues: lit on 12th nights i think. wed: a.maths, thurs: maths. and i dun wanna fail. i've failed my physics and chinese already.
i realli envy my cousin. she's same age as me, and she's studying in australia. and they're always having holidays. and its lyke quite slack there. i wan that too man. everyone's realli competitive and if you dun keep up with the pace, u'll be left behind. sumewad i think i'll retain this year. seriously speaking. i'm lyke struggling big time with my studies man, since last year. or maybe i suck big time in my humanities. so much memorising to do, and i hate memorising stuff. it drives me crazy. realli veri pei fu terkey man. she's lyke sume human computer tt memorizes almost every single thing in the txtbk. balls to our education system. balls to it.
while i was revising my ss, my dad suddenly reminded of all the stupid things i did when i was a kid. you know the scar on my left brow, i got it when i was 4. i was jumping up and dwn on my granma's bed, when i fell and banged my head into the edge of the bed. and i got this veri deep cut that need to be stitched up. they rushed me to t.t.s and the doctor stitched up the wound without giving me the anasthesia. cos my dad said i was too young and it would damage my brain. and my dad was lyke going on and on abt it. den he was saying that when they stitched me up, i was screaming lyke hell. but i dun even remember a thing, other than banging my head against the edge of the bed.
maybe that explains why i've got a realli deep voice for a girl. i did alot of stoopid things last time. and they're realli stoopid. there was once when i was on my father's car, and i was holding on to a macdonalds straw. the car jerked and i ramed the straw into the my eye. stoopid right. and my parents rushed me to t.t.s again. but obviously nothing happened.
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