Not a filler

Mr Wee said that, if we are to blog daily, 10 marks is as good as ours. I actually wanted to write lame things here and there, but to post something without much content at all, isn't called blogging. So, I decided that I would only post when I have something "interesting" to talk about- praying hard that abnormal things will happen to me. Of course, that being said, I have things to write about today!

Firstly, I want to wish my friend, Sean, a speedy recovery and hope that the serious sore-eye infection wouldn't physically change his appearance. I mean, eyes swelling for more than a week- the skin might loosen; just like the way when you pull a rubber band and hold it for a long time: It will get bigger than before. Not a plesant thought to think about. Also, when you have sore-eyes, your eyes would be red in colour, can't imagine what would happen to the extreme cases of it. Definitely would be painful when you think about it. Ouch. What's more if you try to touch it. Eew. Heard that you would tear often too, to get something "dirty" out from the eyes, weirdness.

Secondly, I just want to say that the A math test we had today was extremely tough! Skipped most of the questions. No doubt, I would fail that paper. Which means reviews questions to be done. Argh, hate them. Takes up time, effort, kills alot of brain cells but the worst thing is that, it actually helps. If it doesn't, it would be end of my miseries. For the moment. How good would it be if the world had turn upside down; slack and get A1, cat chasing dogs, theif catching polices......okay, perhaps that it ain't that good. Still, to slack and get A1....What a dream, isn't it?


Thirdly, heard news from a reliable source, or should I say the problem itself, that the choir members are to be tested individually tomorrow. Haven't been doing that since ages ago, and now it comes back. One of the horrors that would haunt me forever. Dread it alot. Hate it. Okay, not really hate it, but dislike it. It's quite embarassing when there are eyes on you, anticipating you to sing. Such hopefullness would only lead me to dug my head into the ground. Hope that tomorrow wouldn't come, only if my wishes would come true...