Just in case anyone noticed that the heading I made is WAY off the box, then let me make this straight. That, my dear friend, is called ART (kindly ignore the fact that I am lying).
Ivy, if you are reading this then: GO MAKE ONE.
Okay, until yesterday, I had whined to my bro, my mum, my good buddies i.e. Becky, Siou Wen, V, G, Eli and Christine (names in chronological order) about my english journal (a pathetic 6.7/10). So, I don't expect much from my second journal. I predicted 5.0 - 6.0.
Logically, with such low esteem, you should go and take your paper with a solemn expression. (which, I did) Imagine me there, blinking and words stuck in my throat when Mdm T says 'Good work.' (Honestly, when she said that, of all things that ran into my mind, it was 'what the
Yes, I have a proud 8.7/10. After a round of shocking Z-Q's '6.7/10 for her essay' shocking news, you can be at ease now. XD
This is my up and coming Saturday agenda:
0800 hours: Get up.
0830 hours: Wake dad up and ignore the fact that he got home at 2 or 4 in the morning.
0930 hours: Drag whole family to dim sum breakfast.
1100 hours: Go Celcom retail shop and switch my line to 'Executive Plan.'
1130 hours: Go shop for my brand new camera as my SPM + Birthday present.
1200 hours: Go back home and wait for the party.
And it is all screwed up because Mr W replaced my group's ME coursework test to this Saturday, 0900 - 1100 hours. That means, I can only be home at (if God allows) 1400 - 1500 hours.
So, do some maths and imagine my burning anger (Not at Mr W but at my luck). I had not told my bro. I had not told my mum.
Gee, I REALLY look forward to my brother's cursing and my mum's not so okay's, "Oh, okay."
To ease the heartache, I found baby J's pic to decorate this full of negative-ism post. Wait, even baby J looks SAD too! T_T
