Friday, October 6, 2006

Far King Hell!

Our school apparently doesn't believe/give moderation for our Prelims. I have realised I have lost my opinion or whatever I have to say on this, 'cause it's over. Live, learn, move on! I can't believe how +ve I sound right now.

Even now, TLL Math tuition is getting to be very quiet. Everyone has their heads buried in math papers or tys, scribbling their ass off, pressing calculators, while I just gaze around wondering who sucked the life out of the classroom. Even MaoLer is mugging super duper hard, he used to be my slacky buddy! I really need to wake up.

25 isn't really a big number. We have 25 days. I'd laugh if I dared.

Today will probably be the last day I experience fun. I skipped around with my lantern in my garden just now, with siblings, cousins and yadayada, we ate mooncake, watched horrible tv, and talked about nothing in perticular.

Le sigh. I'm gonna hate tmr. And the tmr after that, and that, and that.

My lips hurt.

Edit:

I've said before this is like free therapy.

Mom berated me in the car. I know she means well, but I'd appreciate better phrasing. "You're not improving, you better buck up. Are you even top 10%? I want you in top 5%. You should be worried 'cause you're not even hitting the single digit. How can you get C's and B's? You should be getting a string of A's. Why is it other people can, and you can't?" Something to that effect. I tried opening my mouth to say something, but my lip stung, so I shut up and stared outside the window to keep her from going at me again. "Crying won't help, now will it?"