Sunday, September 18, 2005

Pissed.

I hate it! I can't watch matches without worrying about my prelims. I can't slack at one corner of my room without having my mind drift off and think about how expensive tuition is. I have absolutely no life now!

Fuck. Why am I even ranting? Who am I to be pissed of? I brought this upon myself. I could've done it last year, but I just had to do what I did and come back to school in 2005.

In Primary School, all I had to do was flip open my text, read ONE paragraph and I'd get a B. That was exactly how I managed to get into the Express stream in Secondary School. Now, I can sit on some bloody wooden chair till my butt goes numb and NOTHING goes into my head.

Venice fell into the hands of Napoleon because blah blah blah. Venice was able to prosper because blah blah blah. Venice became one of the richest states in Europe because blah blah blah. Marin Falier wasn't a good leader because blah blah blah. Sebastiano Ziani was admired by many because blah blah blah. Marco Polo discovered a route to blah blah blah.

BORRRRIIIIINNNGGG!!!!!!!

I love Social Studies. Just plain memorising; no formulas whatsoever. BUT HAVING TO READ AND REMEMBER A CHAPTER AS LONG AS 'VENICE' CAN KILL MY BRAINCELLS!

That's it. No more distinction for Humanities. I'll be satisfied with a pathetic B-grade. Too many points to stuff into my head. Praying hard that the final year paper would be a piece of cake compared to prelims. Dang!

-I am sick; physically and mentally-