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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.