A Levels and soccer have nothing in common

My computer decided to get me to keep my hands off it by throwing a hissy fit which involved a lot of banging, yelling, cursing and swearing. Great.

It's 3 days to the A Levels, people. 3 days. But looking on the brighter side, I've just regained the lost faith in myself yesterday after trying the 2003 Chemistry paper and seeking help from my lovely buddies. Wish you all luck, people. Take this last Great Leap Forward and we'll be on green pastures once again.

Soccer weekend:As mentioned above, I almost hammered my computer to bits after it gave up on me. I was thirsty for the BL match results between Munich and Frankfurt. Thank Lord, they won it in style. But I almost cried out when I read from the Bayern site that Poldi will be out for the next 3 weeks. Sounds both a boon and bane to me. Good, because I'm out for 3 weeks too. Bad, because I'm worrying incessantly about some German football guy instead of my pending A Levels. How inappropriate.

And I loved the full-page Sunday Times report on the ManU-Bolton match. Someone just resurrected Wayne Rooney from his goal drought. *Pops champagne*

Do or die, you choose

I'm probably too lazy to update my page again for the next 4 weeks. I've got too much stuff on hand to revise and so little motivation. All I can think of is sleep, soccer, sleep. Lemme see...

Revision left to do:
All my chinese literature stuff, Statistics, Inorganic chem, Differentiation and Integration.

Wow. I didn't know that. But CA's going to take up a huge portion of this 2 remaining weeks, and I'm not a huge fan of reading chunks of Chinese characters. Forget it. My fate is sealed. It's do or die.

Lemme see...My boys at Old Trafford thrashed Wigan. This calls for a celebration. And my other boys at Bayern thrashed their opponents too. This calls for another celebration. Man I'm enjoying life. I shall go slog now.

When things hit home

I can finally empathize with those who are down with the gastric flu virus, because it hit home yesterday. I felt as though I had thrown up all my guts and lungs and I feel so emptied out, but I still can't get my mouth to open to food. Sounds anorexic.

So while I'm missing my second day of school, my counterparts are busily doing their final patches to their revision. I was hoping to use these 2 days as revision, but who knows I didn't even have the strength to keep myself upright for more than 5 minutes. This is pathetic. Take care of yourselves, peeps, lest you wish to undergo such torment.

Being intelligent probably wasn't your destiny

Look, I've got 28 days to the A Levels. Am I panicking? Not one bit. I'm one cool cucumber, even though my grades are like bovine excrement. I need to push my GP up by 3 grades to my ideal grade, push my Chemistry and Math up by at least 3 grades, as well as try to get full marks for my Chinese Literature. As for the latter, I've got reliable sources buzzing around my head that to score an A for Chinese you've got to score close to 90 marks for the Literature component. I almost had verbal diarrhea.

Alright, back to what I'm supposed to write today. Just over a month ago, I decided that being friends with someone is far more agonising than shoving ice cubes up my ass, so I (or rather, she) decided to call it quits. Fine. I'm not here to bemoan your extinction from my world. I'm just taking this chance to settle things once and for all, in case I have more people coming up to me and asking 'What's wrong with her?'. Sorry, but I'm not her official spokesman and I can't really deduce the actual cause of such an adverse change, but from an outsider's point of view, she's probably decided that sticking around with us isn't going to benefit her intellectually, physically or emotionally, so she's decided to row her own canoe. But oops, be careful, don't lose that paddle. You could drown yourself, you know.