1, 2, 3, 4?
This final exam will pretty much determine which country I'll go to.
It's either Aus or UK or.... here for another year. Haha.
Every time I tell someone I don't think my final grade is going to be good enough for the UK, they tell me "Can one laaa... don't worry!"
Seriously, these people.
I don't know if they're just being nice or they actually think that I "can one laaa".
And I am sort of stressed... but sort of not. Like I know I've still got fuckin shit loads to study but I just spent the last hour an a half on wedding dash.
Owh and while I'm practicing writing out my answers for Econs Unit 3 and 5 (I have not started on 6 HAHAHHA plan on cramming that whole unit in my few days of break), I tend to just stone there in the middle of writing and just... admire my own handwriting.
I am mesmerized by my own handwriting sometimes. It's so pretty and curlllyyyy. And so professional looking. HAHAHHAHAHA yes I know I'm going on about how fantastic my handwriting is... but really. Look for yourself:
My mom doesn't like it though. She said she prefers my std 1 writing when it was all fat and round, "like you!" she also added. =.=
That was some notes I scribbled down during one of Ms. Leong's econs classes so it isn't exactly my best handwriting, as Ms. Leong tends to explain stuff really fast and I had to keep up.
Right I should go study something now.
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