i have ran out of things to type here a million years ago.
written: 7:06 p.m. on Wednesday, Aug. 04, 2004

I posted something before this entry. You may wanna read it.

So I wonderfully passed my Econs test on International Trade, but what sucks is that I only got a 60%. And Mr. Girl beat me. He got like, 67%. Fuck, he got a B and I only got a C.

Okay, cue the end of childish rantings, a la long-forgotten primary school competitiveness. I'm not like that, really.

I think.

Yelen, time to buck up. Contrary to what seems to be popular sentiments, your goal, the Holy Grail (shit lah Tubby all your fault) is not that elusive. You can do it. You're smarter than half the people in that god-forsaken piece of shit school anyway...

Well, not that that makes a difference but yeah, whatever. I'm never any good at motivation.

So I wasted an hour of my life that I will never get back on listening to the principal talk to himself into a microphone in front of the entire Year Two cohort today, after civics period, which was fun but a bloody waste of time. What was he off about?

"A Levels coming. Study."

Right, which is why you wasted a bloody hour of my time, an hour which could be better spent on, I don't know, doing Trigonometry or revising Theory of Income Determination. You know, useful stuff. Why the hell was I listening to a speech about needing of studying when I could be actually studying instead?

A bunch of us were talking amongst ourselves in the corner, namely Mel, Pei and this other girl; forgot the moniker I gave her, if I gave her one. Doesn't matter. We were told to shut up by my History teacher a few times but...

The principal's monologue is, in fact, a weapon of mass sleep induction. Hence, to counteract the potency of his mass sleep inducing-ness, measures would have to be taken to stimulate brain activity so as to prevent it from succumbing to slumber. In conclusion, therefore, we will not blame the students for talking, but blame the principal for his misguided and failed attempt to transmit wisdom and guidance instead.

Ah, that's just GP talk. Speaking of GP, I miraculously got an A1 for the essay I was bitching about on Monday, the one that I stayed back to complete because I wasn't about to bring it home and kill myself with it. So yeah, I think my ang moh teacher is a bit too lenient. I mean, I didn't even write a concluding paragraph and half the time I had no idea what I was on about. In fact, I don't even know what the question really wanted, and I'm being honest here.

Probably gonna ask him tomorrow why he gave me 38. Yeah. And we're doing group essay outlines tomorrow.

Should I go for class? It's gonna be excruciatingly mind-numbing. Who the hell does essay outlines anyway? What the hell is the point?

The biggest academic thorn in my ass is also the coolest breeze on my cheek. The irony of it all really prompts me to laugh sometimes.

If it is not obvious enough, I love Jielun's new album, and that is a mere understatement. Everyone should buy it. He's a genius.

before sunrise // before sunset


Previously:
- - Tuesday, Aug. 29, 2017
I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
In all honesty - Tuesday, Jul. 06, 2010
What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010