Blub
Well, another piece of evidence that God doesn’t exist: I got a C5 for my Chinese O levels, despite a whole year’s worth of effort.
The best news is that now, I’m the only girl in the Chinese class (the class for B4 and below students)
WHICH MEANS… I’m the only girl in all the pure science classes who hadn’t managed to secure at least a B3 in Chinese.
WHICH MEANS… I’m the lousiest girl in the Chinese language, as far as I know.
WHICH MEANS… Life’s unfair.
WHICH MEANS… More chocolates.
I guess I’m a little bitter because I’d put in so much effort… But if that’s the furthest my full effort can take me in Chinese, then so be it.
Which means I’m sooo NOT going to retake the exam! I don’t see the point in exerting so much effort in a subject which never budges from a C grade, with or without effort. I’m really hoping that a letter would be sufficient in letting me off.
WWWWWhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyy.
The Police – Every Breath You Take
I know this song has been played practically everywhere, but I’m still digging it man. For the whole day in school, I kept having an urge to listen to it.
Plus, I just realised how handsome Sting used to look before his receding hairline sprung into action.. But he’s still handsome anyways.
One segment of the video strikes as an odd scene to me because it focused on the silhouette of a.. window cleaner. *confuzzled*
Well, I’m off to study for the Chemistry test, which 4C will inevitably do atrociously in again, hence subsequently leading to nagging and more urges to tear out some eyballs. Yay school.