Its been a week, a rather depressing week. Actually it started on thursday, after the maths CCT. I only knew how to do like 1 and a half out of 7 questions. I think I had nervous breakdown. But more importantly, I brought it upon myself. I didnt practise at all. The test was after the holidays and the only thing I did was a mock test at the start of the holidays. I thought it would still be with even after a one month long break. Arrogance indeed. I think I really am proud. Now Im mentally prepared to get 1-10 out of 30. I hope I am.
After that everything obviously didnt work out right, even though there were many more supposedly fun stuff. We watched hancock on friday. Apart from the humour, the plot quite sucked to me. Well, its just me. The others loved it. The evening was the mandatory Macbeth play. Everything was good, the acting, the lighting, the props etc but the only thing was that we alreadi knew what was going to happen, so it sort of destroyed everything and made it boring. That was followed by supper with Nigel and ball, and roaming around bugis cause the play was at nafa. I liked walking around the ghost town-like basement of bugis junction. We didnt want to go home but still did anyway. I took the last train and last bus so all the cabins were practically souless. When theres times, like holidays or after EOYS, we are definitely going to do as suggested, just hang together in the middle of the night.
Today I woke up at 1, the latest ever. My dad suanned me by saying, "You all have your strengths. Gloria has her erhu, mei mei has her table tennis and you have your little bit of intelligence. But you are not building on it." He said this cause I had told them about the maths CCT. Notice he said "little bit". At that time, I was playing my first dota game in the week, and he chided me for that. That just killed me and the day. He said that I used it as a escape, which is true. Everythings an escape. Its hard to stop running. And then there was the evening mass' readings and homa-something. I dont know how to spell. It was related in a way but I cant remember how. I cant remember much anyway. But it was related. Im so lost now.
My worst test experience is still lingering. I get headaches all so often. Its bad, its bad.
Nicholas Wong. Nicky. 15-going-on-16. Straight guy. Passive. Meterosexual. Musical. Sporty. Spiritual. Reliable. Thats all you need to know. nickywongzc@hotmail.com
Its been a week, a rather depressing week. Actually it started on thursday, after the maths CCT. I only knew how to do like 1 and a half out of 7 questions. I think I had nervous breakdown. But more importantly, I brought it upon myself. I didnt practise at all. The test was after the holidays and the only thing I did was a mock test at the start of the holidays. I thought it would still be with even after a one month long break. Arrogance indeed. I think I really am proud. Now Im mentally prepared to get 1-10 out of 30. I hope I am.
After that everything obviously didnt work out right, even though there were many more supposedly fun stuff. We watched hancock on friday. Apart from the humour, the plot quite sucked to me. Well, its just me. The others loved it. The evening was the mandatory Macbeth play. Everything was good, the acting, the lighting, the props etc but the only thing was that we alreadi knew what was going to happen, so it sort of destroyed everything and made it boring. That was followed by supper with Nigel and ball, and roaming around bugis cause the play was at nafa. I liked walking around the ghost town-like basement of bugis junction. We didnt want to go home but still did anyway. I took the last train and last bus so all the cabins were practically souless. When theres times, like holidays or after EOYS, we are definitely going to do as suggested, just hang together in the middle of the night.
Today I woke up at 1, the latest ever. My dad suanned me by saying, "You all have your strengths. Gloria has her erhu, mei mei has her table tennis and you have your little bit of intelligence. But you are not building on it." He said this cause I had told them about the maths CCT. Notice he said "little bit". At that time, I was playing my first dota game in the week, and he chided me for that. That just killed me and the day. He said that I used it as a escape, which is true. Everythings an escape. Its hard to stop running. And then there was the evening mass' readings and homa-something. I dont know how to spell. It was related in a way but I cant remember how. I cant remember much anyway. But it was related. Im so lost now.
My worst test experience is still lingering. I get headaches all so often. Its bad, its bad.
