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everytime it's so clear to my mind, each page is burnt

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Sunday, September 30, 2007
/ 9:27 AM

I WANT SILENCE!!

come on lah people. does it hurt so much to be A BIT silent for just A LITTLE while? ohh gawwwd!

lit exam! tomorrow! this time tomorrow i will be cracking my brains over some poem dat some wise guy wrote. i tell you, i'd rather do three essays than do dat stewwwwpid unseen poetry. argh! i LOVE writing poems. i HATE analysing them! aiyeeyoweeyoyiyow!

and then there's my 'bestt' friends: science and maths. ohh gawwd. why under the yellow yellow sun we have to take these subjects i dunno. goodnesss.

5th Oct
7 of us
j8
i'm WAITING

and then there's this issue with my mum about "you are in sec1 already!still can cry!"
ohh for heaven's sake, mummy, which wise guy under the sun said sec1 already means cnt cry? thanks to my stoooopid, irretating ear. how many times can a girl pierce her ear IN THE SAME PLACE?! trying every method under the sun. stewwwwwpid. mummy darling, my ear extremely pain, i cry. there. my explanation to you.

the exams do strange things to me. and i'm proud to announce dat i've become an official textbook addict. i'm so in love with my textbook dat i bring it everywhere i go. but the poor thing is so lonely at nites.(txtbks have feelings you noe.) i should sleep on it tonite. dat way dat poor little thingy won't be so lonely. aww.

like i said, exams do strange things to me.

and while we're on this 'wonderful' topic of the-time-of-the-year-which-MOST-students-dread, i shall reveal a little about my completed papers.


english papers have been my gift since pri1. being good at it(i'm NOT boasting), i have NEVER dreaded the english paper. nope. not at all. but NOW, when it comes to the start of the training before the IMPORTANT papers, i can cofirmedly say dat this english paper was screwed. totally. for the compo, i wrote WAY over the limit. nearly two times over. and i am SURE i did HORRIBLY for the summary. but i guess i do have SOME confidence in the comprehension. we'll just wait. and see. bring it on.

tamil. the day was not off to a good start. it started pouring before i even woke up. left the home at 6.45.(early for me.) on the way, samyu called saying she was stuck at mp bus stop. so i keblakan and go fetch her.(my mummy is so nice) and then she got into the car quite wet. and then mummy drove in to school via the mp road. extremely HUGE jam. pp way was worse. there was a line of cars all the way from school to the overheadbridge at pp. now ain't dat long? and we reached school at 7.35.(people were still walking in at 8 sumthing). the papers were postponed.for TEN minutes. wow. how helpful. somehow, everyone was nervous and we spent our time hugging each other and motivating each other and naturally i spent my time walking past 4p a million times.(its a habit.) the paper1 was TERRIBLY HORRIBLE. my hands were shaking so much. i'm confident dat i can get good marks for my story though(if the marker can decipher my handwriting). then we went for break. and trust me, we fully utilised it. saren and me started playing scissors paper stone-the leg one and it ended up with half of bravo inbetween us. dat really helped. for paper2 i think i did well except for a few extremely STOOOPID mistakes like the 'alee' one.(priya, i noe you will burst out laughing). after dat we stayed back a while. and then we went back.

well, lit. i'm all ready. whoohoo!

go and studeee. go! shoo!

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