Not my day.

25/5/2011.

Not my day.

Seriously.

Since it's the last day of our mid year exams, you'd expect me to loosen up, be happy and glad that it's over, eh?

You'd expect me to feel, I don't know, relieve and jumping with joy?

No.

I've felt/done nothing of the above.

As a matter of fact, I'm starting to feel like the world's crushing down on me today.

To begin with, as you guys know, I failed add maths.

Yeah, 3rd time in a row. Yay to Jane?

Its like a slap in the face when I saw Ker Shyen walking towards me, showing that piece of paper, with the number "26%" on it.

A hard, tight, slap on the face.

I seriously tried. I've expected at least a 30+.

Oh God. Forget about add maths, I'm having trouble with MATHS too. MODERN MATHS.

And they say modern math's suppose to be easy WTF.

I SUCK AT CALCULATIONS.

While I was at the library, having my last minute revision for Bio with Siew Chin, Veronica came to me and said that Pn Kang wanted to see me.

OF COURSE she wanted to see me.

She's been bugging me for the choral speaking name list for almost a MONTH now.

CAN'T SHE SEE THAT I'M BUSY?

DOESN'T SHE KNOW THAT I'M HAVING MY MID YEAR RIGHT NOW?

So I went to see her and when I came to the office and saw her struggling with the printer, I knew it was a bad time.

When she look up and realise I was there, my God, her face.

It's like she's ready to spring a set of claws and gnaw me alive there and then.

-What happens for the next 5 minutes is so gory and fucked up, it's too obscene for ColourMeBlue to narrate.-

Konklusinya, tomorrow I have to get up, during school hours, go to school, throw that fucked up paper at her face, and then ciao. Yes, ciao, go home. Balik rumah. I don't care about tomorrow's school day sedangkan everyone that's not taking chinese/islam/tamil is skipping school too, soundly asleep at their own bed.

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HEY, WAKING UP EARLY IN THE MORNING IS A BIG DEAL FOR ME, YOU KNOW?!? A BIG BIG BIG BIG DEAL, ESPECIALLY FROM A GIRL WHO REQUIRES AT LEAST 12 HOURS OF CONTINUOUS SLEEPING AND WHO SLEEPS LIKE A DEAD MAN.

HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE PRODUCT OF EXAMS TOWARD MY FACE?!!?

YOU SEE THAT MASSIVE PIMPLE ON MY CHIN THERE? OR THAT BLACK HEADS AND UNIDENTIFIED SPOTS ON MY FACE?!?!? CAN YOU? CANN YOU!??!!!?!?

I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP, WTF.

Fml.

Knn

Urgh.

Its the exam week.

May is full of ups and downs, I tell ya. There's holidays(good thing), mid year exams(bad thing), St John Youth Camp(good thing), results from the mid year exams(BAD BAD THING), Teacher's Day(good or bad, you decide) and Mother's Day(GOOD THING!).

So far I'm halfway through my exams. Done with English, BM, Physics and Add Maths.

Add maths. zz.

I did horribly. Very very bad. I don't understand the questions. I don't know how to find the roots of Alpha and Beta if the roots are 2ALPHA and 2BETA. Wtf man. Don't you, just, like, times the original root by 2? Right? RRIIIIGHTTT?

I bet the teacher'd be having the time of her LIFE marking my paper, cos most of it consists of empty spaces.

What about Physics, you ask?

Ooooo, Physics was so so so so so hard, I almost wanted to LAUGH, while halfway going through my paper. Fml. I scribbled nothing but bull craps and cow dungs for my essay and alien calculations to find....I don't know, velocity rate and stuff.

But what really PISS THE SHIT OUT OF MY FUCKING BRAIN is the fact our class is RIGHT BESIDE THE ASTAKA GEMILANG.

So while you're halfway through your exams, trying very hard to concentrate and focus, there'd be a sudden BLAST of LAUGHTERS and SCREAMS and GIGGLES from the afternoon sections. It is INTOLERABLE.

PEOPLE ALREADY DAMN MAN ZHANG LA, YOU SUMORE ADD PETROL TO THE ALREADY RAPIDLY BLAZING FIRES OF DAMNATION AND MAN ZHANG-NESS AND FUCKED UP-NESS.

If it wasn't for the giggles and laughters and screams from the afternoon sections, it'd be a band of failed, disgraceful, embarrassing, ugly and pathetic bitches,whores and prostitutes pouncing and strutting like a failed band of students they are, with the occasional K-pop song came blasting through our classroom windows and piercing our eardrum.

I'm really sorry for saying so. About them I mean. I RARELY use the word "ugly" and "prostitutes,bitches,whores" at the same time but this is just how fucked up I am.

What pisses me off more is the teachers doesn't seem to give a shit.

Not a shit at all.

And I shall stop writing before I go on a full blast of tantrum and mention names here.

Thanks for reading,

Jane.

Adult

I. AM. AN. ADULT!

Finally, after 4 exhausting, knn, indescribable sessions of AAA, I'm finally an ADULT.

HAHA GEMBIRANYE.

For those of you who are not familiar with St John, don't fret, because I'm just gonna tell you BRIEFLY on how St John system works.

You start by being a CADET. After you took the AAA test(like me), you'll be promoted to be an ADULT. Then, from Adult > LANCE KORPORAL > KORPORAL > SARJAN > STAFF SARJAN >TUAN/PUAN > ??.

See? Easy, eh? :D

Whats next for me? Lans. Korporal la, of course.

I want to be as mighty, as highly, as those Korporals and Sarjans and Tuans who tortured us Cadets throughout the whole session of AAA and I SHALL CONTINUE THEIR LEGACY BY, IN RETURN, TORTURE OUR FUTURE CADETS. -Insert evil laughter here-

But, to be honest, the real reason why I'm so happy to be an Adult is because I can GET RID OF THAT FUGGIN UGLY UNIFORM.

You see, Adults gets to wear a different set of uniform.

Instead of wearing that ugly, upside down bowl of Headgear, we get to wear a fuggin cool Beret with a St John badge sewn across it. Makes us look more pro. Hehe :D

Hmm. What's next...

Oh, oh, here's a random list.

Top 5 Stress Reliever.

5. Reading - Comics, novels, newspapers, anything.

4. Chocolates.

3. Ker Shyen - hugging, squeezing, tousling her hair.

2. Drawing.

1. Sleep - Need I say more? NEED I SAY MORE???