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This week, was pretty horrible for me. On Sunday night, I hadn't had a good sleep 'cause I dunno, it always happens on the last Sunday of holidays. I fell asleep at around 2plus.
On Monday night, I spent almost the whole night chiong-ing my poster, log book & my shoes (which to be honest, I didn't care do a single thing to it afterwards). I remembered I reached home around 8pm that time and I was like freaking tired. Started log book and poster at around 9pm, then ah, homework not done. And then I was goddamn worried about my D&T but hardly cared about it, I have enough to chiong. Oh yeah, I read the FA manual before bed. Sucky, that day was.
On Tuesday, it was pretty all right. Didn't went to CCA 'cause I was headache-y, cough-y and flu-y. But I still slept quite late that day, don't remember why =S
On Wednesday night, I don't know what happen. Gee.
On Thursday night, reached home at around 7.30pm plus. Received Lynette's call. Half u, Crime Prevention test, FA stuff I have to catch up on 'cause of the stupid FA test coming up next Tuesday and the stupid headache + cough + flu on Tuesday. I intended to go to CCA actually, but somehow my weariness got the better of me. I SO REGRETTED IT. No, really.
On Friday, I dunno. Slept late because I used the computer. Woke up at 6.30am in the morning 'cause a certain tuition teacher would like to come to my house. Honestly I don't like him at all but oh well since he can teach. I really don't like the way he speaks. I just learnt from my mum that he expected a 230+ from me for my PSLE. Bitch, that little boy is.
Never mind about that. We just got out progress report card back. I guess my GPA wasn't at all idealistic, but I supposed I could be contented with it. I'm not going to shit you guys again by saying I'm going to study for my exam next time. I say that every year and I'm still saying it now. Next time, next time.
Monday is a whole new week, and I'm going to make the best out of it. There is the Physics practical & class test (forgot whether it's week 3 or 4 -_-) on week 3. Argh, I need to study for practical soooooooon.
I'm going to try my best and make full use of the remaining weeks I have. I'll adopt a whole new perspective on life, friendships and most of all, faith.
Just shitting you, I just had dinner and my digestive system is pretty admirable.
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I wonder if it'll be torn asunder, just like that. With a snap of the fingers, the bond we thought was strong just broke without thinning. Why, oh the masquerade. Being true is important, but reality bites and kicks you off the cliff. I suppose you could say these are one of the times you never ever want to bare your heart.
"It'll be all right, everything will turn out fine."
If I tell myself this frequently enough, I might even believe it.
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