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are very painful things that make you wake up in positions you swore you weren't in when you went to sleep that give you cramps in your neck/shoulder joints and your leg and those disgusting red marks on your hand that you get from speedpotion/chicken essence overdose.

MONDAY I learned the Phantom Of The Opera. My fingers will loathe this. I don't know which is worse - My Will or Phantom Of The Opera? *sigh* I liked The Godfather and The Sound Of Music... At least I could watch female foil fencing. When the camera panned across the audience I saw a woman picking her husband's ear and extracting something from it, as he opened his mouth and silently screamed in pain. Best Olympic moment, I tell you. The next best moment would be the one where one of the Italian fencers (Trillini? Idk.) tried to lunge and went down on the floor in a near-split position in an attempt to thrust her foil at her

TUESDAY English 8DDDDD The best way to start a painful prelim exam season. DDDDDDDDD8
There were five questions to choose from for Section One in the first English paper. I chose the one-word topic (Mercy. Because someone was obviously eating chocolates when s/he came up with this one). Again. And I wrote about organised crime. Again. Except this time it was about the runners, and it ends on this very predictable note. It's not a cliche I guess but the moment (whoever the invigilator is) reads it,s/he'll know everything that follows. I didn't think right then, perhaps I should have written something more like Death-Note-For-Doctors.
Section Two was about writing a proposal to the principal to tell him/her where the Secondary Fours should go on an excursion. It was boring with a capital B, but at least I made myself write to another Noah (Mr. Tyki Mikk. The last time I wrote a proposal it was to a Mr. Rhode Camelot [because no one would believe in the normal world that a person called Rhode could be a girl].) and set the secondary school as Mana Itu Secondary School. ("Mana itu" is Malay for "where is this place".)
My speedpotion worked decently well all through to the end of Paper Two (GM food appeared as the subject matter for comprehension for the second time this year. It was painful.), after which I went for lunch.
ZOMG MALE ARTISTIC GYMNASTICS *fangirls over Japanese male gymnasts*

WEDNESDAY Stood at morning assembly position. Started talking to my classmate Cherie about ytd's male gymnastics. Suddenly people in front and behind me join in and we have a brief fangirl moment. Happiness.
Chinese was hell. No let me rephrase that. It was h.ELL . (Because you have to have a high contrast between the letters to show the extremity of the situation.) It's likely I'll pass. But not well. Not well at all.
Chinese was so horrible that when I went for lunch at KFC and tried to fill my cup with 7up from the soda fountain the first lot of it flowed off the rims of the cup onto my hand and the floor below. The next lot of it went in before spilling over. And after about four times of this idiocy I decided I'd embarrassed myself enough.
Yes I'd forgotten how to fill a cup. Now you know the extremity of the situation.
Maths tuition went well. Nothing more.

THURSDAY Additional Maths went decently well. The most I'll get is a B, but no one said I couldn't do my best. I finished all that I could about fifteen minutes before the end. Then I tried to scrounge for marks before I felt enough was enough. In any case I need four Bs and two Cs, so it shouldn't be too hard to get there.
I had another speedpotion above the one I took this morning. It doesn't work half as well as if you take one a day. Ah well.
My performance in Science(Biology) Paper Four is a shining testament to the old adage "Don't put all your eggs in one basket." Because I did. And I ended up answering many of my questions with my general knowledge instead of my Biology knowledge. To quote my ex-Biology teacher Mrs Chaiw, I 'ought to be shot and thrown into the deep blue sea'.
I think I'm sick. But the speedpotions don't seem to let me feel that. I was coughing and sneezing throughout today, but I don't feel horrible except for the occasional migraine, usually on the left brain.
It's Iman's birthday.
...
she still looks like a child. Sort of.

Going off. To study for Social Studies. And stuff.
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