when i was on the way home last night from work there was a girl sitting beside me in the MRT and i saw her holding CHINESE LIT notes which apparently reminds me of the terrible horrible chinese poems which i've studied before and the terrible horrible never-pass-before nightmare when i chose to take H2 chinese *yikes!!!*



THIS WEEK SUCKS I DONT LIKE THIS WEEK



i want to be happy!!! but i find it hard nowadays

perhaps the reason for feeling both the above could be due to the pile of lovely hw given by our loviest history lecturer