Saturday, September 24, 2005
1st mid term test in school
here i am in a prestigious school, and i noe i am not made for this standard because all along in my life, i am always a disappointment when it comes to studies in my family. if you tink i did well in poly, trust me, it was all sheer luck and perhaps i am more inclined towards the hands-on learning method.
yeap. I screwed my first test in nus today. heh. comp networks it is. and its 26 mcq. u'll be thinking "gee mcq oso canot make it wad abt essay qns nxt time?" my morale was terribly low. but i haf decided not to cry over my spilled bunch of milk lah. lets hope i can even pass. because while i was doing i had so many choices that i tink were either too possible as a correct answer, or the choices doesnt seem good enuf to be correct. haiiiz. and everyone i compared answers with had different answers from mine. not forgetting the maths they use were like log to the power of 2 and words like "relinquist" came up but really lah, my english not good to the extend that i know what that word means lor. so i anyhow guess that answer. which turned out to be wrong too. enuf babble.
on the bus journey home i kept thinking whether i shuld juz give up my education there. i mean, i wasn't smart or made to be a student for that school. i scored 194 in my psle, juz barely enough to make it for the express grade, and a measly 19pts for L1r4 to qualify for a "not-so-lousy-standard" of education in poly, and really with 19pts u can only qualify for engineering, nursing, or IT. obviously i had to stick with IT because the other 2 were like the big nono in my family. and thankfully, with interest in that subject i did manage to do pretty okay. laziness is inborn in me. and i was so shocked to see pple in uni doing homework, printing lecture notes like all the time, and even discussing projects. hmm... i have never done any homework since i graduated in sec sch. and i dun tink i want to do my homework here. but with such lousy grades, i keep telling myself i really have to pull my socks up. I'm tired. I'm so freaking sick of studying. arghhh.
i can't disappoint my family. i will really have to try my best.
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Fell down.
Juz a quick post that for the bloody freaking long time in my life.
Especially since primary 6.
hmm... that would mean 8 years ago...
I have not fell down as in really fell till my knee caps get cut and bleed.
Well... serve me right for looking at a fat secondary school boy while i was jogging wondering wat the hell does a secondary school boy do in the middle of the day like 11am standing at the traffic light. when suddenly...
BOOM. piak. i muttered a light "ouch" and sat up to examine my knee caps.
The blood was instantatenous. A shock of blood flowed from my knee cap. I told myself... "Must act not pain. cannot paiseh myself in public." hah. What's worse is one aunty and that stupid secondary school fat ass din even bother to give me tissue or asked if I'm okay... Lousy bunch of uncaring Singaporeans I have in my neighbourhood eh....
Well... I stood up fast, and when the green man blinks... I ran at the top speed back to my hse. The pain faded off... It felt like nothing... Yet at times the pain triggered deep in the muscles and I had to muster the last strength left in me to go on...
Haiiiiz. Diane, are u cursing me thats why i fell down on ur birthday???
I went home and thought cleaning the wound with water and sticking plasters will be okay... Ooh.. didn't know the wound looked so gross... since i've not seen such disgusting red bunch of shit on BOTH KNEECAPS for 8 years already... Well Welll... the blood didnt seem to stop but i canot be bothered i go n stick. hahhhh....
bathed.... and the wound got wet....
when i got home frm sch after 5... gee wheee... i notice the blood was rather obvious on the plaster eh... freaked out man.. cos after i remove the plaster to show my mom when she came back... the blood became something that looked rather sticky and brownish... eww... since when did we have sticky blood in our life? somemore it looks rather clear u noe... in fact... VERY CLEAR... So i smell it to see if it stinks.. muahaha... but it has no smell... so i duno what the hell was that man.... my grandma that char-loh empress go n clean my wound thoroughly and i holler in pain screamed and shouted and cried till there's no tomorrow... seriously, that pain is so bad i tot i was in labour man... she applied some cheena medicine thats rather powdery... and sticked plasters over it..
Lets hope it heals before i haf to make a trip to polyclinic to register for an inflammed wound... liew.. both kneecaps.. results in: cannot wear mini skirts for months, cannot eat black sauced shit cos the wound might turn black after it recovers, cannot walk properly now i walk like a duck cos it hurts when i bend or straighten the damn knee... i wish the legs juz break and i get hospitalised man.. at least got a long break from sch... wahahaha~
moral of the lesson: Don't itchy backside go n jog for nothing... think u Xena or wanna take part in cross country mehhhh??? haiiiiiz....
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