The world spins (Literally)

Ever thought "Work harder, get better grades" is a euphemism for "Your grades are lousy?" Well, it is. But enough of the grades matter for now.

Mr Sng's speech was as usual, very thought-provoking. He isn't like any principal I had. He really is, a "pal" as in the principal (when primary school teachers wanted us to know the difference between principle, principal, stationery and stationary). He leads by actions, by examples. I once saw him picking up rubbish along with the rest of the students after the mooncake festival celebration last year. It's a scene I still remember clearly and will never forget. A great man, (along with Mr Kiw) he is.

Math (re)test was a horror. I was having flu (and still am) and I kept sniffing and I'm really apologetic to everyone who was peeved. Because I know how it feels to be having a test and somewhere someone is doing something to annoy you. Like clicking the pen, shaking legs, arranging hair, humming or whatsoever, I'm really sorry. But I didn't have tissue so, yeah. I want to know math, I really want to. But sometimes it's so difficult to apply what you've learnt.

So anyway at a late lunch with the ties and it was good therapy and all and I reached home even sicker than ever. Felt totally wrong today with the aching body, flowing nose, stressful surroundings and all. I currently sound like I have wads of tissue stuffed up my nose. Not a good feeling. Must sleep early.

I shall blog about 3F's Great Queen Mdm Ilyana someday. I should get myself paracetamol (is that how you spell it?) now. (Okay, just realized I like brackers now. (sorry).)

(Bye, Zhi Xin)