PMS

For instant definition of the PMS I'm talking about in this entry, scroll to the end of the entry. If not, read on.

SO! How do you like the song on my blog now?

You like it don't you? So why haven't you tagged about it? HMM! SELL-HWEESH-PEE-POLL!

Ya, due to the lack of new blogging ideas, I'm just going to blabber nonsense in this post.

Take for example, my brother lost his bag for the past few days. He bought new books and a new bag. And the general office called for him to go collect his bag today. *sighs* Bad things always come together.

For example 2, the trendiest and latest way of talking in Hanxiang's house now is to talk like a baby. The more lao hong and ji-dei-ji-dei, the better. Best if you can inject a few gasps in between words in your sentences. Be *gasp* Because hor.. *gasp* thiiii.. *gasp* thi!! thisss is howwwwww we bae! *gasp* bae! bies.. ttttalk.

Ok, nevermind if you get no drift. You're not a retard. According to my guess, it's only because you got to be here to get influenced. It's madness, but it takes the pre-school-reopening trauma away. Sometimes.

The thought of school reopening and me being a Year3 student *screeeeammms and wails and drops my ass on the ground, throwing my legs and arms about* got me thinking about something. About why I am such a last minute person.

Secondary school saw me going for Secondary 3 AMaths tuition when I was already in Secondary 4. And it was until my Olevel Prelims did I actually get ok grades.

In Junior College, it was worse. Every single minute in school was technically spent on volleyball. In classes, I was daydreaming about the next training session (How to torture my girls with physical training, how to get good first balls, how to spike properly etc. HAHA!) and whining to my best friend in class about my muscle ache from the last training session. During trainings, it was, ya lah, trainings lor.

It was until Semester 2 of Year 2 when I finally got sick of volleyball (the extreme opposite effect) and realised that I was seriously lagging behind for my studies. And so, I had to work harder than others. It was down to hell and back when I got back my result slip, which luckily, bore satisfactory grades, at least good enough for NTU. NTU's not choosy.

And now. In my 3rd year in NTU, I have to struggle with my core subjects and 3 General Electives. If not because my timetable is full already, I would not mind taking 4. BECAUSE! If I don't, I might have to study one more semester just to clear my General Electives. Super crappy I know. But it's not like you're knowing me for the first day.

In any case, you can disown me now if you want. Sorry for the blatant honesty about my twisted way of working. I had to type this out for closure and also, to let the world know how lousy a person I am lah, so that my conscience would be clear and I can go back to school being assured that people will not overexpect from me. OVEREXPECTATIONS ARE SUCH NUISANCES. Really.

Sorry for two truthful but rather depressing entries in a row. Can't help it lah. This's the so-called PMS. Pre-Mugging-Symptoms. Assuming that I will diligently mug.

Just for randomnity, I really want to be a kindergarten or childcare teacher! Although I think after this entry, you most probably will not send your future kid(s) to the school I'll be teaching in.

For some more randomnity, I think I just did a brilliant entry!!! *zi high*