I just realise teachers do blog hop and read student's blog.
Ha. New semester, new term, new timetable and new seating arrangement. I hate it when I've been shifted from the front all the way to the back. I'd rather seat at the first two rows for every class, and that was what I've been doing. Ha. I find it easier to concentrate when I'm at the front. I prefer the old timetable, heh.
Speaking of school, I
have not complete my holiday assignments. Argh!
Teachers say that our mid year results are bad. With everybody scoring a D7, E8 or F9, you'll have this feeling that scoring a D7 is perfectly normal. But its not! So when you fail that particular subject, you'll be like ' Ah, so what? Three-quarters of my classmates get the same marks too. ' Why not be like the one-quarter who passed the subject? Go do some reflection. Ha.
I don't know why I suddenly blog about all these, but it just hit me real hard when my form teacher talk about it in the first day. I'm going aim for A2 for every subject and work hard for it. Dang. Cannot afford to fail EndOfYear examinations.
Anyway, chocolate day is coming! I'm so excited. Heh. Just found out that the Proj-teens members get to the organizers' tag or something. People who are in logistic get to wear the organizers&logistic tag. Proj-teens are going to stay back from tomorrow onwards to Friday to pack all the stuffs for chocolate day! And we might be staying in the school on Saturday and Sunday. Yay! I can't wait. Its like a Proj-teens get together or something. Haha. PSL; Project Teens rocks! :) :) :) *grins*
Ahh, and I have to go back to the doc's tomorrow. Damn.
Oh yes, Ersian looks and acts like Patrick( Spongebob's friend ) Haha! Going to watch soccer later. Brazil! :))
And for the last time, I
do NOT have a boyfriend and I don't intend to be involve in any BGR. HA. People who says that I have boyfriend, or insist that I have one ( not refering to anyone in particular, if you think I'm refering to you, then its you ), go eat your smelly gym socks and go swim in the green grass in our school field. HA.
Love.