10 cents and the naps.

Think straight please; I'm not exactly that desperate to get laid to sell myself.
Exams are underway now; everyone's unusually excited though. We even get to watch Jon fall to his knees during morning assembly today; for reasons he only know of himself.
Yesterday was a "holiday" as the rest of the Sec 4s were taking their practicals and I have already completed mine-- SPA. But as curly hair is in the genes, my workaholic neurone got my Mum to wake me up at around 6.30am. She did so in a different sort of way- splashing cold water at my face. Thankfully, I wasn't hydrophobic but my pillow did get rather wet though. =___= I started work at around 8am and had lunch at 11am, munching on some self-made sandwiches as I was just too darn lazy to walk out and buy. Or maybe I just decided to cut down on my meals again; exams just sort of make you swell horizontally. I am a healthy 55kg though. =)
So by lunchtime I had done about 2 Biology papers. Okay, maybe there weren't complete as I skipped the MCQ. But really, Justina only gave us Paper 2 so I can't exactly magically get my hands on the Paper 1. The results were worrying. I didn't fare as well as I had assumed. And worse of all, to think that I placed almost all of my chips on Biology. Tomorrow, the house is so going to win.
And I did some chemistry. Today's the paper. I am not too sure how I fared; cause every time I think I'd ace it, I usually flop. Just like the previous prelims where I got a miserable 67. The 85 mark is so elusive now...I have better chance of seeing Paris Hilton walking down Orchard Road.
Tomorrow's Amath as well. And yes, I am still extremely sore about the E Math Paper 2. It is just so infuriating to the extent that I want to burn the bloody script. Or maybe I should focus on getting full marks for Paper 1. I can try but it will be a long shot.

It didn't rain today. How sad. The weather in the hall was blistering and I was fanning myself while juggling with the chemical equations. The careless bug seems to be back. It's like cockroaches, no matter how many you squash with the slipper, they just keep coming and coming. Perhaps it was due to the lack of sleep; I slept at 1 yesterday. Or maybe it was that teacher who reeked of perfume-note the word reek- and sending my nasal passages to heaven whenever she walked past. Please let it be a different soul tomorrow who checks the Entry Proof.

Our school has a weird policy. Despite Live Earth and the government calling on people to use less plastic bags, our school insists on us doing the opposite. Substitute your pencil cases with plastic bags or I will confiscate it. All the better, it just gives me more reason to go buy a new one. Then there's this rule: take out your wallet. Like...what? Never mind, all the more chance for me to pose my Topshop wallet. xDD. But the butt feels alien without that wallet being there though. Maybe I should place my calculator there....