“It's all about you.”

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Post 150. Not much significance. Hur.

Today was pretty okay. PE was totally off course. Ended up having to help the teacher fix the water pipe for spraying at the runners for 2.4km today. And I had the job of holding the pipe to the tap such that the pipe doesn't leak and come off the tap and end up wasting water. Zzz.

Economics, Maths, Chemistry. What a bore. Ended up spending half my time studying for French. And nobody realised.

Physics was not taken up by any teacher, so the 3rd language people decided to leave early to Bishan to study. And I slept my way on the bus. What the hell.

Reached in like 1 hour. Stoned in the canteen and pulled out my notebook to study. Struggled for quite a moment. And I knew I lost the battle before it has even started.

I was afraid.

Had no choice but to continue on with the paper. And I know I screwed it up after that. I wrote the composition in the wrong tense. And I am so doomed.

I never knew end-of-term moods could hurt so badly. Now I realised.

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