"Aim for the sky and you'll reach the ceiling. Aim for the ceiling and you'll stay on the floor." - Bill Shankly
Chemistry was on Wednesday. The paper was utter crap because they're like, "Two hydrogen molecules combine with one oxygen molecule. What is the mass of the sun?" But the past is the past. No one said I was going to become a chemist anyway. And I have a UN conference next week. No time to prepare with exams here! I'm resorting to "winging" the whole thing. Our country - Netherlands. Oh poor Netherlands, got us as their delegates.
Tamil exam tomorrow. If I don't do well my tuition teacher's going to kill me.
Birdy. The name itself is both whimsical and free. I mean, she is 16 after all. Believe it or not, I came across her music while searching for themes on tumblr. Amazing. I think by next year, at 16, all I'd be doing is trying somehow to pass my O Levels and go to Victoria JC. Dreams, dreams. Back to the music.
Today was truly a very, how you say, "Up and Down" kind of day. I'm running on a bottle of H-Two-O so please excuse any crappy grammar because you know that I would rather run around my school screaming "I'M A BLUE BANANA!" than make grammar mistakes when my mind is straight. Moving, on.
As you all probably already know, Mother's Day (or as I call it, "Ma, this isn't your birthday present!" Day). My mum is the one who influenced my musical tastes and got me listening to The Beatles ever since I was like, 1 years old! So, happy Ma day, Mum.
Stupid boy. A few days ago he's like "uh I'm bored" so I volunteered to go to his school dressed as a Grim Reaper, with the cloak and scythe and scroll and go to his class and tell the teacher, "I'm looking for Logesh. His time is up." And today he told me that he was playing Fifa on his PS3 the whole day hence the "your eyes aren't burning?" question. That dumb kid is telling me I don't need a costume to look like the Reaper. All this coming from a guy who looks like sunburnt Voldemort with glasses, guyliner and a nose.
This was the surprising part. Sorry for the shakiness, my arms aren't very stable. So basically I sort of slept through the whole day, INCLUDING this quiz. Shockingly I was the only one in class to get full marks. Normally I'd be doing the happy butt dance but I was dead beat so after the quiz I slept. And slept and slept because I had no corrections and couldn't be bothered to listen to Mr Tay and his "you make this silly mistake you DIE" and his "remember this until the day you DIE." His idea that Math is life and without it you're dead, is absurd. And this is coming from me.
AND HERE'S THE INTERESTING PART OF THE DAY
After school, after the NE Math project briefing (damnation.) I followed Priscilla to Cedar Primary's dentist because her adult tooth was shaking. After that I agreed to have mine checked so that I wouldn't have to go there during the holidays. After cleaning my teeth and what not, Pris and I left to eat at Pastamania (I wasn't supposed to eat for 1/2 hr so we walked reeeeeally slowly) then, on the bus, I realised my phone was missing.
I started panicking because I'd lost a phone in 2008, and gotten my iPhone stolen from MY VERY OWN HOUSE last year (both within about 1-4 months after getting them, thus this proves I am cursed) so when I called my mum from Pris' phone she practically yelled "WHAT?!" and told me that I couldn't come home without the phone. So I had to travel back to Cedar Primary from Nex. I ran from the bus stop to CP. But Colleen the nice woman she is, she'd helped me take it already. So I ran to school, hugged her even though I was sweaty, grabbed my phone and went BACK to Nex with Joan, Lynn & Joan's sec 4 friend.
I needed to get a new calculator (my old one is outdated and doesn't have the cubic root function.) It costs $27 for a calculator. Ridiculously overpriced for a bunch of plastic with circuitry sandwiched inside and screwed together with screws. Then I got the ABBA CD for my mum & went home drinking H-Two-O and sweating like some roasted pig.
Mood: Ready to sleep after hitting the books (not literally, this time) Tunes: Michelle by The Beatles
Its 1.04AM, May 7th 2012. The main reason I stayed up was to wish Tze Yen HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Oh my dear megamind, you're finally 15 - and old. Bet she'll never read this but oh well, its okay. Another reason - Mid Years coming soon, so I was studying. Biology and History, basically. Also did some unproductive stuff like, download Michelle and Domino into my iTunes and two Beatles MVs to GIF later on. Oh so unproductive, aye?
The only life in this house is probably mine, and the only sounds audible are the sounds of my typing and my dad's tractor-like snores. His snores fluctuate in terms of volume, so its a little scary to go to the kitchen to grab a packet of milo. Unless, of course, their door is closed which means the snores are emanating through the door. Wicked. Okay why am I talking about my dad's snores? Right, because they're scary.
Its 1.09AM now. I feel like a secretary, its like I'm taking down minutes or something. You know, I've always felt pride in sleeping late. Its like, you went out of your way to accomplish something. Of course, the other times when I stayed up late to watch movies, don't count. But today, I feel good. Not only have I studied, and am now writing a proper post, I also managed to convince my friend to study. Hard to believe that his prelims started last week and he's still slacking. He's like "Oh, this one's too hard. I'll try harder for the next prelim." Maybe its the Cedar "Spirit" talking but I threatened to throw a boot at him if he didn't study. I am a great convincer, aren't I?
I hear sounds. Wondering if its my mum making a late-night-snack-run. Speaking of snacks, I think I'll have a strawberry yoghurt bar. I've been wanting to shed those extra grams.