zis is ze first day of my first ever nightmarish experience in nj. haha. ya know, cts turn out to be MUCH MORE nerve-wrecking than 'o' levels. im weird, prolly due to all the hanging out with nerds and freaks here. haha, jk. i love nj still...=)

gp essay was fun! i thoroughly enjoyed crapping, tho i hope this entertainment wouldnt be at the expense of my grades. however, by the time i started on the compre, my vision started to go awry. lack of sleep? yeah, maybe, but i blame it more on the school. stupid ol' inconsiderate nj. they actually demand students to do their cts in the LTs! i know i have to get accustomed to it...but the tables are so TINY that i keep dropping my stationary, resulting in some pandemonium..and er, embarassment. damn. what's more torturous is that the tables are set too low. hmm, maybe i have a long body. but anyway, i hafta bend my neck so that i could scribble comfortably, and over that long period, i developed a bad neck-ache and headache. i was so irritated that i couldnt be bothered to complete my compre! what attitude! lol...the urge to vomit stayed on for so long, i couldnt even revise bio afterwards. hmph!

speaking of bio...sigh. it's damn easy BUT i'll flunk it. why? blame it on my ocmplacency. i actually forgot all that i memorised. bleah. so what could i do? crap of course, at the expense of making a fool outta meself. who cares lah...

tmr's worse: chem and econs. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I WANNA GO SHOPPING NOW. CANT WAIT.

XOXO
vicks |

jammin to: (whoa, still got mood for music?)
feeling: unmotivated

as i nurse a splitting headache to type this entry, my nerves are wrecking my emotions. my fingers are even trembling slightly. look at how much i have revised, when tmr, yes TOMORROW (!!!!!) is my cts. it's dismal. pathetically so.

yet, i feel i have to pour my feelings out. lets start with a to-do list for post-cts, for a little motivation.

1) Clean up my room. (i've been living like a slob for half a yr already. lol)
2) SHOP. SHOP. SHOP. (stupid cts have deprived me of it!!!)
3) Fantasise. bout stuffs and 52.
4) Re-write my horrid notes for promos.
(yar, i hafta start revision RIGHT AFTER cts)
5) SHOP
6) Complete left-over homework
7) File up my worksheets in those pretty files i bought.
8) SHOP
9) Get a chicken pox immunity jab. if it exists. (lol. experienced way too many close- shaves. besides, i dont wanna ruin my complexion at this very 'critical' period! =p)
10) EXCERCISE!!!! (ARGH. dont need to elaborate more)


so there. 3 more frickin days till the end of this nightmare. will i survive? stay tuned!

love lots,
vicks |

jammin' to: "the reason" by hoobastank
feeling: moody



ok, im worried for my cts. very worried. lol. i know i can't afford complacency at this very matured age of 17, especially at the expense of my promotion to j2. but hey, i think i've been even more erm, diligent as compared to the pre-'o' level days! at least i went to the library like 3 or 4 times to mug. 4 days out of the entire holidays. haha. sounds horrid, but that's really the best i can muster...and ya know, im kinda proud of it =) it's a tiny step towards becoming a true-blue njcian, ie, a mugger.

you see, in the midst of my anixety and endless whines about cts, i found something to be happy about. it's like discovering this tiny weeny crack of light when you're lost in a cave. lol. you guys probably would have seen this coming, but well, let me spell it out anyway. it's 52!! =p of course, it wasnt as if he asked for my number or anything..that prolly wouldn't happen in this lifetime. but anyways, i did this quiz at quizilla (there you go, a total net-addict for ya), something along the lines of "does he like you?". yep. i was reminded about those times my friends CLAIMED (i can't verify it..was too self-conscious to look at him) that he looked over. so, despite spending the hols being depressed about never being able to even catch his eye, i have just proved myself wrong. argh. lets see how it goes when school starts.

only 2 more days!

im dead btw! stupid cts...screw them!!

oh, and prolly 3 more months till he graduates. have a hunch that i'll just watch him leave quietly, in cowardice. screw that too.

love,
vicks. |

about

Currently eighteen, and waiting for my angsty phase to run out. I'm a slave to books, to unfortunate circumstances like "exams" and "assignments". My expertise is my 100 decibel scream and barking laughter. I'm profoundly in love with NYC, and there isn't a second in which I don't wish for a life there.

This is not entertainment nor a place too seek for deep musings.This is the highly selective, highly biased, highly opinionated account of my life. I just write, as I feel. No, not think. Feel.

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