Guess what, this is my 300th post (not including 242 posts on my previous one). So happy 300th post, blog.
so the good boys and girls take the so called right track
faded white hats
grabbing credits
maybe transfers
they read all the books but they can't find the answers
I rarely put lyrics on my blog, but this suits me perfectly now so I shall let the song do the talking.
testimonials results cip hours h3s multiple ccas overseas conferences seminars progress reports leadership positions
SSA shoot tomorrow, wish me luck
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Welcome to a new year of mugging, homework, shooting, and gossiping.
Today wasn't the best start to the school year. I mean, how good can it be when you receive your progress report first thing in the morning, just to see that your grouchy and bitter hag of a teacher has thrown you a remark that you "tend to talk when the speaker is talking" (Is that even related? Hello, if I'm not mistaken teachers are supposed to comment on academic matters.) and that you "need to work harder for weaker subjects" (That is like, so DUH.)
Sitting in the hall for 3 whole hours on an uncomfortable chair is no joke.
And I swear, since forever, I have never completed holiday homework. Now I have to complete most of my homework, with deadlines. Goodness.
Not mention that I didn't eat any breakfast, and there were long queues in the canteen today so I missed brunch too, and I was starving like.. ****, and when I finally got around to eating lunch, I received news that the chicken rice stall serves only chicken breast meat from now on, and in addition to that they haven't reduced their prices.
The math teacher started on differential equations. Which I did not touch in the holidays. And she didn't even ask the class :( She only ever cares about the few people in class, and the slower people are neglected. Can you imagine, it's the first day of school and I already feel neglected.
I ended my lessons at 1250pm and shooting started at 430pm.
I shot really badly.
I went home and ate a miserable dinner. And my mum didn't call.
God this is such an mopey post I'm going to stop here.
But on a brighter note, I love my new school bag and my pullover :D the only perk in the day :(
I'm starting to doubt myself. Whether I can do it mentally, psychologically. Because I keep shooting like this and it's like frustrating because it's not freaking good enough. Because my attention span is so damn short and I keep talking and chanting to myself to distract myself from distracting myself if you get what I mean and it's failing like.. * because I shoot a 2 and it's game over, you see?
Goodbye.
Today wasn't the best start to the school year. I mean, how good can it be when you receive your progress report first thing in the morning, just to see that your grouchy and bitter hag of a teacher has thrown you a remark that you "tend to talk when the speaker is talking" (Is that even related? Hello, if I'm not mistaken teachers are supposed to comment on academic matters.) and that you "need to work harder for weaker subjects" (That is like, so DUH.)
Sitting in the hall for 3 whole hours on an uncomfortable chair is no joke.
And I swear, since forever, I have never completed holiday homework. Now I have to complete most of my homework, with deadlines. Goodness.
Not mention that I didn't eat any breakfast, and there were long queues in the canteen today so I missed brunch too, and I was starving like.. ****, and when I finally got around to eating lunch, I received news that the chicken rice stall serves only chicken breast meat from now on, and in addition to that they haven't reduced their prices.
The math teacher started on differential equations. Which I did not touch in the holidays. And she didn't even ask the class :( She only ever cares about the few people in class, and the slower people are neglected. Can you imagine, it's the first day of school and I already feel neglected.
I ended my lessons at 1250pm and shooting started at 430pm.
I shot really badly.
I went home and ate a miserable dinner. And my mum didn't call.
God this is such an mopey post I'm going to stop here.
But on a brighter note, I love my new school bag and my pullover :D the only perk in the day :(
I'm starting to doubt myself. Whether I can do it mentally, psychologically. Because I keep shooting like this and it's like frustrating because it's not freaking good enough. Because my attention span is so damn short and I keep talking and chanting to myself to distract myself from distracting myself if you get what I mean and it's failing like.. * because I shoot a 2 and it's game over, you see?
Goodbye.
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