(Friday, February 24, 2006 / 4:41 PM)
This week is such a tough week for me. Not me alone, but everyone too. All those damn tests we had to do. Finally finished most of the tests, left Chinese Test on Monday. Heck care about it, don't have to study it.
After this week of doing all those tests, I realized that I hadn't been concentrating and studying on my lessons. I just hoped my parents won't get a shock when they see my progress card. All in reds.
It quite strange. I have been studying for the tests, but my mind can't seem to absorb them thoroughly in. The information are all left hanging around my head but they never get into the brain.
Is that a sign of menopause? *So sorry, it's not. I'm not that old yet*
Next week is going to be another tough week. I call it the project week. This time, for sure, I have a lot of projects to present. Literature, Biology, CME, Geography.
Don't ever say " Only four what, a lot meh?"
You will know how it feels like when you have all these projects on hand. Trust me. Anyway, I'm sure you have experience it before too.
I heard from some classmates from 205 that we will be having a chalet at the end of year in Pasir Ris. I was like, "Yay! Chalet again! We can meet again."
I bet I will never have that feelings if it was 3L1 who is going to have a class chalet. Maybe I don't even want to go. But I just hope that everyone who are in 205, may they be in another school or in different classes, would join us for the chalet. I just hope so. Afterall we had been like studying for two whole years of secondary school together. At least there would be some happy memories right?For example, like today for instant. This morning we went to the garden there, to welcome that whatever company or guy he is. So a lot groups were presented the certificate and awards. And they are all from last year class.
So when the the class name was read out, only those in same class as in last year cheer for them. For instant, when this group, came up to receive the award, only their last year classmates cheers loudly for them. Even if one of them is in your present class right now, you will NOT cheer for them.
This prove that most of the people still liked their last year class better. And hence, the secondary 3 classes aren't at all united. It's all scattered.
And just a advise to those who don't miss their last year classes :
You have no feeling and emotions at all. You might as well go to die. Nothing in this world would please you at all.And I meant it.
Just one or two hours ago, I went to Lot 1 to have lunch with xinying and sophia. Yeah, we went to pizza hut and eat. It was like so full. Then Sophia ordered that cheese pasta.
Oh gosh, it was so cheesy. I took a taste and felt like vomiting. Even the smell was too cheesy to the nose.
After that went to 'look' at CDs. As usual, that xinying keep talking about JJ. Both Sophia and I are sick of it. She keep telling us to buy the 'Cao Cao' album. I don't know, but it seemed nice. Maybe I should buy it, xinying STRONGLY discourage me from burning the CD.
You know, beside the Sembawang CDs shop, there is this laser fair. Then this big screen was showing the movie 'Heirloom'.
It was nice to watch. But of course, you won't get to watch the whole thing, there is no such good thing in this world.
Speaking about horror movie, I'm really scared of them. So do Sophia. So we like talking about what we do after watching horror movie. A lot of things actually.
Windows. I'm don't like looking out to the windows at night. It feel like as though something was going to pop out from it, especially in the night where outside was just all a black pitch of darkness.
Mirror. That is the scariest thing to look at after watching a horror movie. Who know what thing you might saw in the mirror.
I remember last year chalet, I went night cycling with Sophia, wanying and jon lee. It was really quiet. Too quiet. Then halfway we were cycling, we saw this malay girl sitting in the middle of the road with her bicycle beside her. It's like one of those ghost sitting there, waiting for you like that. And worst, her hair was messy and falling down to her face. Then when we cycle back, we had to cross that path again. This time that girl was arguing with a malay guy. Couple quarrels, i think.
Lift. Another scary transport. You will never know what would be standing in front of you when the lift door open. And you something might in inside without you knowing.
Talking about these make my goosebumps rise. Enough of my crap, I'm going to watch TV now.
why should i even care about you
