exams were a piece of shit.

ok wait. maybe its 8 pieces of shit.

my best subjects disappointed me. especially lit, my supposedly best subject for 2 and a half years. mrs tian told me inexplicitly in the paper to: "stop playing around with words, stop over analysing, in other words, stop acting clever and stop writing irrelevant points."

my average subjects were normal.

my worst subjects surprised me.

only english and A maths saved my day in the end. and its only an A2 each. wth.

after telling my mother, her mouth went into the shape of an "O" and went, all indignantly, "WHY"?

shrug

"did you study???"

shrug shrug

"you did right? you were at your table all the time! how come?!"

*im sorry mam, but sitting at the table DOES NOT equal to studying. for all you know, i could've been drawing cats and shredding paper pieces. (which i was)*

then, my mother decided to give the killer blow. she looked down at where i sat in front of the computer, and went, all innocently:

"i remember when you were in P6, you cried when you got back your PSLE result."

THEN she walked away. ouch.

its decided. we're scooting off to hong kong this year, despite the results. but the tour group has only 18 people so far. jeez. the more the merrier mah.