Thursday, September 13, 2007
one more week in the slaughterhouse
Title says it all really. BUT! Surprisingly, the week showed increasing improvement of my mood, which is weird, considering the fact that it started with all my favourite papers, but hey! Who knows. Surprise me, teachers.
I know for a fact that I'd mangled that bliddy Math paper due to the thousand and two careless mistakes I managed to splosh all over the answer script...but whatever. I hate dissecting papers cos I'll start seeing all the mistakes and marks I lost, and have nightmares about it. Clovis! *sad face* The day we had the math paper he smsed me to grouch la...then! I had nightmares about it that very night. ): Woke up feeling like hell at around 2? Couldn't sleep till much later. And when I finally fell asleep, I dreamt that I had to scale Mt Everest with the rest. OML. That's how stressed I was. Plus, my alarm clock didn't ring the next morning and my father woke me up late...had to rush around the house like some mad man trying to get all washed up and prepared for Chem. Nightmare on Bedok Street indeed. (My area ISN'T bedok street, but it spoils the effect if I don't say it is. Hahahaha.)
Yesterday was the first time my area felt tremors...it was rather exciting really. First time feeling tremors!! Bad for those in Indonesia of course, but I wouldn't admit I felt rather...excited. My mom kept repeating "IT's SHAKING!!!! IT'S SHAKING!!!!!!!!" She was afraid the building may collapse. And there I was, thinking I had a headache until I saw the soup sloshing around for no apparent reason and my sister exclaimed "eh? why is it shaking?!" LOL. I looked out of the window and fancied I could even see the
building itself shake. The whole dining table shook for about a minute or so...(together with everything else, mind. For noobs who think only the dining table was shaking. (:)
4:39 PM
;and the DODO has the final say.
