I think I'm having panic attacks.
It's 19 days away from PMR, and I'm cracking under all that pressure from teachers. Each one of them acts like their subject is the only subject that we are taking. And that's just bitchy. Trail exams ended yesterday, and naturally, all teachers start to return back our papers. I did like shit in Moral and Civiks. But I guess the consolation is that PMR does'nt have these subjects. Hmm, OK for maths (33/40 for paper 1; 43/60 fro paper 2), but I think maybe I took my science exam drunk. I fucked up the whole paper!! I got 24/40 for paper 1, I'm still quite OK with that, I can live with that. But guess what I got for my Paper 2? 28. 28! Out of 60! That was the most fucked up science grade I've ever gotten in my whole life. I'm so freakin' dissapointed! It wasn't even half. T.T *cries* *sobz sobz*
Today in class ZQ wrote something that I think is the most meaningful thing she had ever said, considering she always talking crap all the time. I'll keep that in mind. Though I really don't wanna say it, Thanks.
I'm typing this in the Toyota customer's lounge now, beause mum simply have to choose today to service her car, at the time where I desparately need to get a move on studying. GOD!
*Everyone cries, Everyone dies.
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About Me
- helplessly free wanderer
- Penang, Malaysia
- Malaysian in Melbourne. Suffering from homesickness, extreme bitchiness, and the chronic disease of procrastination. Wanderlust-er in a love-hate relationship with chocolate. A petite little piece of shit. Confidence fluctuates at the most horrendous timings. Living this thing called life and trying to get my thigh gap back.
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