And then I see the messy alignments of tables to my right.
Kids scrambling down for flagraising while William Tell plays on, and Mr Chua muttering into the microphones.
The lovely, crammed LT1.
Cute buggers falling asleep during lessons.
Am currently being stuck in a dilemma. Actually, not really.. I've supposedly made up my mind to proceed on to TJC for college, yet the bitterness still remains inside me that people with 9 points like me actually get to go to VJC. Yet all I've got to blame is myself, for not taking HCL, or for not doing well for prelims. Or we all can just blame Cambridge for the B3 in AMaths, and the A2 in Combined Humanities which were both supposed to be A1s.
Sigh I know I'm being extremely annoying, moaning and whining with self-pity. But it's like your float burst, and you're left to sink into the depths of the icy ocean, alone.
Maybe I should be happy that I didn't get a 10 onwards. Or maybe I should continue being a whine due to 3 extra points.. Somehow, being pessimistically optimistic sounds better. Temporary reliefs are nice, but once you're left alone, negativity overwhelms you.
But there's a bright side to going to TJC. I suppose I could save 15 minutes journeying to and from home. And I suppose it's not so bad seeing that Jollyn and Zhaopeng will be there too.. At least there're familiar faces.
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Anyway, I wanna post up the pictures taken on the pre & post O Level Result Collection get togethers at Darren's place, but it's all in the camera, and I don't have Microsoft Picture Manager/Adobe Photoshop, so I can't resize them, seeing that Blogger will take forever to host 5 megapixel-ed pictures. Rockband's fun! Also the drum set gives you something to vent your anger on. At least it's better than watching 3D orcs and elves battle it out with a monster 100 (literally) times their size, dying in the process. Oh, and pool still owns =P
Goodbye, Catholic Junior College. I had a memorable (although the memories weren't always good ones) few weeks studying there, with new accquaintances and all. Thanks for the memories, no doubt. I will remember the fried fish and the terrible rash I got there due to rolling in mud with earthworms. The scars will remain on my pretty legs. Sob.
And goodbye for now. I hope my blog doesn't die. I'll promise to be back soon!
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What I see when I get off my Dad's car..jpg)
The first thing I see before I walk into my class..jpg)
And then I see the messy alignments of tables to my right..jpg)
The few guys hanging around Zhanhong's table.jpg)
Not forgetting our lovely toilets and water dispensors!.jpg)
Kids scrambling down for flagraising while William Tell plays on, and Mr Chua muttering into the microphones..jpg)
The lovely, crammed LT1..jpg)
Cute buggers falling asleep during lessons.
Oh yes, the girls :D