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Saturday, November 08, 2003

Yesterday's 'A' level chinese sucked, then again, when does it not suck? It has always been my worst subject in my whole acadamic life, just next to maths. I'll be very happy if i can at least get a b this time round...this paper is relatively easier compared to my promos...so...all the best! (to those who took the test yesterday too!) :)
Was bent on having fun yesterday after the test...but sadly something had to spoil my mood...or at least nearly! Stupid GP teachers had to regroup the whole UWA groupings and my class was utterly ripped apart and scattered among all 5 groups...or was it 6? can't be bothered to remember..all i remember was that my class made an appeal...well..and the situation got better..though it wasn't much to our liking..some of us were so frustrated that we even tore the sheet of paper about our individual groups..tsk tsk...
My mood was saved by my deck of cards muwahhaha, my class is becoming addicted to bridge :D :D :D..u won't want to know how long we played that yesterday... :P

Wishing...; 11/08/2003 05:00:00 PM

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