"For I shall learn from flower and leaf
That colour every drop they hold,
To change the lifeless wine of grief
To living gold."

-Sara Teasdale-

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Digging into the past..

He slapped me.
I ran to my room.
I wept.
I buried myself into a book,
and I wept futher.
The grass seemed greener,
on the other side.

He left me.
I ran to my room.
I sobbed.
I lost myself in a world of fantasy,
and I sobbed even harder.
There are some things
that are not meant to be.

He smiled at me.
I rejoiced inside.
But I ran to my room.
I cried.
I indulged into the written,
and I cried even more.
Some things will forever be
beyond my reach.

Fairy tales are just that, fairy tales.
They only live in fairyland.

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"你们要吃饭吗?"

She jerked from her hunched position and nearly cried out in shock.

"Er.. er.." she stammered, unsure of what to say. She glanced at the uncle furtively, then back at her friend who was seated next to her. She, too, was staring blankly at the uncle, dumbfounded.

"不,不, 我们稍等一下才吃," she answered, as she frantically tried to think up disparate excuses to fend the uncle off.

The uncle frowned and seemed not to get what she just said.

"你们要吃饭吗?" he repeated, leaning with one hand on the table in front of her.

She recoiled and leaned against her chair, wondering what eactly the uncle was up to.

"Er.." she began, wondering if she should just repeat what she just said. Feeling a little stupid, she reiterated what she just said. This time, a little louder.

Finally, her sentence was drilled into his head, and he left, ambling back to his seat down the row.

Quickly, she turned to her friend and just looked at her friend, flabbergasted. They stared at each other for a long time, as though suffering from shock. She blinked. The uncle was seriously freaking her out. Just yesterday, the uncle had asked her along for dinner. Thankfully, she had the sense to reject his offer.

"Clara, I think you are too friendly towards him," her friend began.

"But aren't we taught to be friendly to people?" she interupted before her friend could carry on.

"Yes, Clara, but not to a paedophile!!" her friend said, jabbing the word 'paedophile' she had written on the paper with all her might, as though that might actually get rid of the uncle.

She fell silent and contemplated over what her friend had just said.

"No no.. I wasn't THAT nice to him. All I did was smile at him! I mean, isn't that the normal thing to do?" she retorted, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the fact that being nice was the root of the whole problem.

"CLA-RA!" her friend said with a tint of resignation. Her friend shook her head and went back to her work leaving her to brood over the idea of friendliness. Exactly how nice is nice?

Half an hour later, 'I'm hungry,' was written on the slip of paper that was placed in front of her.

'i'm hungry too, but I'm scared of the uncle. What if he follows us?' she wrote back.

'He's looking at this direction!!' came the reply.

'Can we leave when he's not looking at us?' she scribbled at the side.

'Okay, but he is ALWAYS looking here.'

10 minutes later, they were still trying to evade the pair of eyes that gawked at them like those of a hawk.

'I'm hungry!!' wrote her friend.

'I know. Is he still looking?' was the scrawled reply from her.

'Yes.'

Suddenly, her friend nudged her and motioned for her to go.

'Quick, quick,' her friend mouthed and tugged at her sleeve.

Together, they tiptoed out of their seats and practically flew down the stairs.

"I need to go to the toilet," said her friend and they went into the toilet.

After a few minutes, her friend was done.

"What if he's waiting for us outside?" she asked her friend.

Slowly, they inched the toilet door open and peered outside. They were behaving as though they have commited a dreadful crime which was really laughable. Anyone who kept an eye on them would be in tears as they looked on, seeing them scamper out of the library as though a monster was hot on their tail.

Phew! was her first thought as they emerged from the library.

"Continue walking! 此地不能久留!"

At last, they were going to feed their famished stomachs.

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AHHHH.. I think I went berserk last night. And I have no idea why.
All of a sudden, I started talking to nearly everyone on my contact list! O.O
My friend kept laughing at my nick though, and I still can't phantom why I did what I did last night. Oops.

I know!! It must be you!! YOU!! It's because I never write to you as often as I would! Is that it? You kept my sanity during the prelims and now I'm seriously losing it!! Wahahahaha.. Oops. Better stop that before I have to take the papers in an Asylum.

Okay. I've got to rush off now. Going to the library alone today!! Sobs sobs. Alright, smile and be happy!! Remember, Lollipops are sweet, and so are you, you, and YOU!! Whoot!! Toodles! Till the next time!!

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This may be my last entry before the As.
I may not write again during my As,
but at least I am kind enough to give advance notice,
Unlike...

Nevermind, let's not sidetrack, shall we?
Anyhow, I may write, and I may not.
I do not know.
Even if I do write, it prognosticates bad news.

To end off (and no, I'm not going to die),
Best of luck to all As, Os, Uni students (especially NTU students i think).
Remember, the best is yet to be.
(Gosh, AC motto.)

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2 more days to the crunch.
Brace yourself!

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"Now, here, you see,
it takes all the running you can do,
to keep in the same place.
If you want to get somewhere else,
you must run at least twice as fast as that!"

-Lewis Carroll-

"We are each the love of someone's life"

-Andrew Sean Greer-

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She snapped her phone shut and placed it on the table. Suddenly, the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Not only physically, but emotionally as well. If there were a thermometer capable of measuring the temperature she felt, it would have showed a temperature as low as that of liquid nitrogen - 0 kelvin. She sighed and went back to work. What was there to do? Mope around over her mishap? Harp over her incompetence? No, life goes on.

Having said that, one cannot possibly imagine that that is what she would do. No, definitely not. Isn't there a saying that goes, easier said than done? No doubt, that is merely an excuse commonly used by those who throw in the white towel without a thought, but there has to be some truth in there, surely. She attempted to conquer Electrochemistry. She tried. She really did, but the nagging sense of loss and disappointment overwhelmed her. It kept streaming into her sub-consiouness, diverting her attention from the much deprived Electrochemistry. Electro chem needs her!! AND she really really needs to consume it! ARGH!

After much struggle with her inner demon, (althought seriously speaking, it was rather a lackluster attempt) she realised that she had read the question at least 6 times but the gist of the question was still loss within her. Frustrated, she let out a loud sigh that seemed to reverberate through the library. Outside, stormy clouds started to gather. A flash of lightning, accompanied by a clap of thunder caused many in the library to jump out of their seats.

"Do you think we should leave before it starts to rain?" her friend asked, looking at the sky doubtfully.

She pondered over the question. It seemed futile to actually continue this fruitless process. She stared at the book before her, then at the sky that was quickly gathering momentum, as though ready to lash out all that it had held back the past few days aggressively onto earth.

"Hmmm, I think we better leave. It's time to leave soon anyway," she replied with a shrug.

"If we leave now, you won't get caught in the rain!" she added hastily, grinning at her friend.

Without much further ado, they quickly started packing up - crushing all used rough papers, throwing all stationaries into her pencil box without much heed - and soon, they were done. She stood up, tucked her chair in, and walked towards the nearest rubbish bin and deposited the used rough papers into the bin.

As they stepped out of the library, another glare of lightning was cast onto earth. Her hand quickly flew to her ears, but it took a few seconds before the rumble of thunder could be heard. After all, sound travel much slower than light. That is a fact. They made their next appointment, waved goodbye and went their separate ways.

It was not long before her bus arrived, but much to her disappointment, it was full. There was not even enough space for her to enter the bus! Resigned, she waited for the next bus. 5 minutes later, she was on board the bus! Such luck! She clambered onto the bus and tapped her card along side the reader. Before she could even get her bearings, the bus ploughed forward, throwing her ungracefully onto the seat. She threw an annoyed glance at the bus driver, more to satisfy her anger than to rouse the fury of the bus driver.

Much to her dismay, she was flung into a seat where the air conditioning system worked extra hard. It was blasting like nobody's business, penetrating the insulation provided by her skin, chilling her very bones. She frowned at the air conditioning vent above her before burying herself in a book. It was, after all, going to be a short journey. What was a little coldness going to do to her? Freeze her to death? She hardly thought so.

She was so engrossed in her own fantasy world that she did not notice as the bus neared her house. She sneaked a peak out from the top of her book and was shocked to find that she was to alight at the next stop. To make everything worse, it was raining cats and dogs outside. She groaned silently and quickly pressed the bell. The bus manouvered into the bus bay and she ran down the bus only to be welcomed by the torrent brought about by nature.

Shaking herself dry, she hugged herself as a huge gust of wind swept past her. She shivered from the cold and trembled unconditionally. Clutching her book tightly, she climbed up the steps of the overhead bridge. As she crossed the overhead bridge, the menace of the storm grew and whipped her from side to side. Despite the shelter overhead, she was still drenched by the time she arrived at the other side. Cautiously, she made her way down the overhead bridge and onto the pavement by the road side.

Before long, she was greeted by a great pool of puddle that stretched across the entire pavement, leaving no dry land for her to tiptoe on. She paused and surveyed her situation. It was either get a soaked feet or stay stucked there till the rain subsides (which seemed to be unrelenting at the moment). She scanned her journey ahead and knew that she was going to get wet whether or not she took the risk. Finally, taking a deep breath, she splashed into the puddle and she could feel the water seeping into her shoes. She smiled and wriggled her toe, feeling the squishy feeling of water under her feet.

She ran. Running all the way home, with the rain peltering onto her as she struggled up the slope. The rain thrashed the branches of the trees from side to side, sending the leaves into a whirling mess. All of a sudden, she stopped and slowed into a brisk walk. She realised that she could no longer feel the rain. She was numbed. The rain continued to wreck havoc about her, but all this suddenly became oblivious to her.

She arched her head upwards towards the sky and indulged in the light sensation of rain washing away all her weariness. She laughed out loud at her sillyness and realised that whatever she failed at, it was over. Over and done with. What was the use of crying over spilt milk? Right now, it was the As that mattered, right?

Slowly, she trudged towards her house, her feet feeling lighter compared to a few seconds before.

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He keeps scolding me.

I'm pissed.

The two girls quarrel.

I'm sorry.

I can't be your mediator for eternity.

Deal with it.

I'm sorry again.

I'm scared.

Scared.

Freaked out.

Why does he like to scold me so?

Scared.

So very scared.

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One more week till the sky falls down.

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"We all hate what we become."

-Andrew Sean Greer-

"I keep thinking times will never change
Keep on thinking things will always be the same.
But when we leave this year, we won't be coming back
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track"

-Friends Forever-

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LAST DAY OF SCHOOL!!

It's her exam too. (T.T)

Why oh why must they clash?

It's a dreadful thing to shuttle from school and her examination venue on this day where everyone hopes to spend every last minute together, taking pictures, laughing together, watching the concert together, and oh right, not forgetting, freaking out together.

Sounds as though everyone is spending their last days on earth isn't it? Well, maybe not on earth, but specifically, TJ. It shall be our last time attending lessons in the stuffy classrooms, the freezing lecture theatres, the smell container classrooms, and last but not least, the amazing auditorium. Sad.

Let's cut to the chase and have a picturesque feast on the few snap shots taken on this sad, but memorable day.

(The bus stop she stones at every morning without fail! Unless that is, she has CCA that day.)
(Bus stop mates? Haha!)
(Nice lighting!)
(Spastic!)
(Haha. She seems to be the odd one out! 0o)
(Spastic? Maybe act cute. xD)
(Eh?)
(Yeah!)

As the day wore on, she could not help but feel weariness seeping in. Especially after her exam. (It was in the morning too!!) It was taxing. The experience with the expatriate was nerve-wrecking. Somehow, expatriates seem to have this effect on her. No, wait. It would be more tactful to say that EVERYONE she did not know have that effect on her. Let's just hope she passed her exam. The thought of needing to retake it, and in the process waste another humungous sum of money, is awe-inspiring.

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Oh dear. Oh dear.
2 more weeks left.
Oh dear. Oh dear.
2 weeks till sudden death.

The red sun rises,
Doom beckons.
The mist thickens,
Algidity slips in.

300 topics.
14 days.
5 subjects.
13 papers.

Mission impossible IV
Live telecast from the girl next door.
You reap what you sow, so says the lore
Is it a bona fide statement at all?

The haze joins in the fun
leaching into our everyday life.
Give up, you say? No, we can't!
Come on everyone, let's fight and STRIVE!

And so comes a day,
Where hopes are abound.
Where fears are kept at bay,
Till we fall and drown.

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Update on percentile relative to the school.

GP: 95 percentile
Maths: 92 percentile
Biology: 55 pecentile
Chemistry: 47 percentile
Economics: 75 percentile

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"If all my friends were to jump of a bridge,
I wouldn't jump with them.
I would be at the bottom to catch them."

-Anonymous-

"Love. Hatred. Betrayal."

-Faith-

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"To enquire about our services, press 1. To enquire about curret promotions and offers, press 2..."

Daddy was calling HSBC Bank to seek clarifications on one of the advertisement published on the newspapers. On and on went the answering machine, even up till the point of pressing 6! Daddy rolled his eyes as we tried our hardest to suppress our giggles.

"What number am I supposed to press again?" Daddy mused as the answering machine rattled on incessantly.

"Daddy, just press #. It's better to talk to the person. Otherwise, they might transfer you to the wrong department," she piped up from the backseat. They were in the car after visiting an exhibition. Daddy read about a discount promotion somewhere, but it was not evident at the exhibition. Hence, the call.

Answering machines can really get on your nerves. Not only do they NOT serve their point, they create unnecessary heart attacks. One word: pointless.

Imagine if there were to be an answering machine in her house.

"Good day, you have reached the Lim residence.

To speak to Eric Lim, please press 1
To speak to Amy Soo, please press 2
To speak to Clara Lin, please press 3
To speak to Clarence Lim, please press 4
To speak to Esti, please press 5.

If you are looking for someone other than the above, I'm afraid you've dialed the wrong number. Please hang up now. Thank you."

And after struggling through all the numbers, if the person were to be absent from home, you'll be greeted by another jovial answering machine.

"Hi! XxX's not at home at the moment, please leave a message after the beep."

Beep!

Wonderful, isn't it?

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"So it's 3 adults and one child, right?" the person at the counter said, keying the price into the calculator.

Daddy and Mummy decided to travel again at the end of the year! YaY! They claim it's to reward her and her brother after their Os and As, but she thought it was more likely that they want to see the world before they grow too old. Oops! They are not old at all. Seriously.

"Huh? One child? Who's the child?" her mother asked, a little shocked. Her mother had this highly amused look on her face and arched her eyebrow, shifting her gaze from her to her brother. Both of them were definitely above the age 12. Positive.

"Her la!" the person said, pointing at her.

"Me?! Are you sure?" she cried out, aghast and bewildered at being called a child.

"No, no! She's already 18! She can't be a child," her mother said amidst giggles and the whole family roared with laughter.

"What? No la. Can't be," the person said, smiling before continuing writing. He seriously thought they were joking with him.

"No, really. She's 18. Look at her date of birth," her mother said, patting her hand onto 'her' shoulders, while still laughing at the ludicrous situation they were in. She grinned and did not know what to say.

This time, the person put his pen down and looked straight at her.

"You mean to say she's older than him?" he enquired, pointing at her brother at the same time.

"Yup! She's my eldest, and he's my youngest," her mother answered, nodding her head.

The person looked at her again, frowning a little.

"You're sure you're not 11?"

"Yeah, i'm sure," she said, feeling a little ridiculous at having to answer such a question. 11 and 18 were miles apart!

"You've got to be kidding," he said and laughed before quoting another price.

Oh well, the price was jacked higher. What a stupid mistake!

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"Hi Miss, have you heard about the promotions and discounts we are having?" the waiter asked, with a smile plastered onto his face.

"Erm, no. What discounts do you have?" her friend enquried, trying her best to be as well mannered as possible.

They were seated at Mariott hotel, about to embark on a pioneer journey never attempted before. Having high tea! 3 of her friends were having their birthday and upon special request from one of her friends, they were sort of compelled to treat them to a scrumptious meal at a hotel. Goodness. What life! Just like a 'tai tai'. (FYI: There were indeed a lot of tai tais there. They were very nice and friendly!)

"Well, for HSBC card holders, you are entitled to 15% discount. For OUB card holders, you are entitled to 10% discount..."

Her eyes widened at the mention of credit cards. She glanced at her friends and realised that they were stunned and speechless. Credit cards? Whoah.

"For DBS card holders, you are entitled to paying for 3 when you have 4 person eating. In your case, it would mean paying for 6 instead of 7," he ended off smiling, waiting patiently for their reply.

Silence engulfed the table for a moment as they digested what was being said. Perhaps some were marvelling at the fact that the waiter did not discriminate them just because they were students, but it was more the fact that they were asked if they even possessed credit cards! Suddenly, as though being woken from a stuphor, their heads snapped to one of her friends, known to be the richest. Quickly, her friend rummaged through her wallet, looking for her cards.

"I think my mother took my cards!" her friend complained in disgust as she took out all her cards. (Again, WOW.)

"Which cards again?" she lifted her head and asked the waiter again as sweetly as possible. The waiter was apparently highly amused. Nevertheless, he repeated everything again.

Out of her bag, her friend took out another stack of card and flipped through them again.

"I really think my mother took them!" her friend said laughing. The whole table was laughing by then. The idea of credit cards alone was enough to send their lips curling.

"Sorry, perhaps when my friend, who hasn't arrived yet would have," she replied, trying hard not to laugh. The waiter smiled and left.

Just then, the remaining 2 of her friends arrived. Thankfully, one of them had credit cards with her, but that will only be needed when they pay. Right now, onto the food!

The desert was splendid! The wide array of selection is enough to send you drooling. Ranging from satay to Japanese sushi, there is so much to choose from that it is highly impossible to eat everything. Somehow, she could not help but want each of every item. Even the main course looked highly appetising. The wonderful aroma of the food was so fragrant that even if you were full, you would crave for more. The delicacies were each intricately cooked and the garnish on each dish were exquisite! It's no use writing it down in words. One would have to experience it to really feel how delicious and fulfilling the dishes were.

Again, an outing with them never ends without photos being taken. Memories are better cherished with photos!

(Ok, Maybe it doesn't look so nice in the photo)
All in all, she took 3 cups of sugar, and lots and lots of delectable food. Yummy!

"Clara, you are SO gonna get diabetes," her friend commented.

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"yYy is not coming anymore," her brother said, reading aloud from his handphone as they alighted.

"Not coming? But that means, there's only the 2 of us!" she protested.

"Never mind la. We can watch by ourselves also," her brother said, nonchalantly.

She shrugged and sauntered towards the shopping mall. True, she brought her brother out along on most outings, but never were they out together alone before. At least not to watch a movie. Feels a little weird.

"May I take a look at your I.C please?" the counter asked just as they were about to buy the tickets.

They glanced at each other and grinned before placing their ICs onto the counter. A few minutes before, they were still betting on who would need to produce their IC. Guess they both won the bet.

After purchasing their tickets, they browsed through the shops in the mall. There were not much to see, and not much to buy. The mall was packed like sardines! Hardly enough space to maneuver. Soon, they gave up trying to pick their way through the crowd and decided to enter the cinema way before schedule.

As they piled out of the cinema, question marks hovered over their heads. The whole movie was puzzling and frankly speaking, a little boring. To think her brother had been looking forward to it ever since his exams. Disappointment was clearly written on his face. Love, hate and betrayal were some complicated issues tackled in the movie. Perhaps too complexed for their simple brain. Either that, or the movie was just not good.

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The papers were being passed down. The atmosphere was tensed. Everyone crossed their fingers, hoping for the best. As for her, she knew it was a goner.

"Oh, I failed," she whispered sheepishly as she glanced down at her paper.

Her friend laughed. She looked up and stared at her friend.

"You are so funny, Clara!"

Just then, her friend received her paper.

"Oh, I failed too."

They looked at each other and grinned.

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Another paper was being passed down. This time, it was chaotic. Hardly organised at all. Everyone was still tensed and nervous, but hands flew everywhere as they frantically passed the papers down the row, hoping to glimpse the result now and then.

"Clara, you freak!"

What?! she thought as she passed a paper to her friend.

"Clara, you're nuts!"

Again, she was confused. Another paper came. It was not hers. She passed it on.

"Oh my goodness, Clara, you're so smart!!"

"Clara!! You idiot!!"

Soon, everyone was saying how insane she was and she had no idea why.

After what seemed an eternity, her paper landed in her lap. She finally knew why everyone was shocked. The result was indeed a little surprising. She smiled. 88! Yes! Finally, something to be glad about after all the failed papers.

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They ran into the lecture theatre only to find at least a hundred pairs of eyes staring at them.

"Girls, please quickly settle down. You guys are VERY late," the lecturer reprimanded them through the mike.

They looked around wildly for the class, but like them, the class had arrived late and were scattered all over the lecture theatre. There were no space left! Many already had to make do with sitting on the floor, but even the floor looked occupied. After tons of 'excuse me', they finally found some space at the corner of the lecture theatre where they could not see anything at all. Oh well, she just wanted her paper.

The lecturer droned on and on. It seemed as though they might not return them their papers after all, but that was impossible. It has already been a week! Surely, they do not need that much time to mark their scripts. Moreover, general paper (GP) was their first paper, and that was like, taken 3 weeks ago! Everyone fidgeted in their seats, wishing that this could end sooner.

"Can all class representative please collect your papers from your teachers and give it out to the class?" came the announcement. Everyone one perked up and suddenly looked alert again.

Since everyone in her class was scattered, it took a while for the class representative to locate everyone. Even so, papers had to be passed down since there was hardly space to walk.

"Yay! Clara, I'm so happy! Can I hug you? Look at my marks!" came a shout from her right.

She peered at her friend's result and her eyes widened as she broke into a grin.

"Congrats! That's SO good! I think i'll do worse than you. I won't mind you hugging me," she added cheekily.

Her friend embraced her and she could feel that her friend was truly elated.

On the other hand, to her left, it was a different scene.

"Huh, how come like that," her friend said, all forlorn, staring at her results in contempt.

"You passed the overall right? At least you passed," she said, attempting to comfort her friend. However, before she could say anything else, another shout came from her right.

"Clara! Look at your results!" her friend to her right nudged her.

She turned from her other friend and realised that her papers were already on her lap. She turned them over and stared dumbly at them.

"What'd you get?" her friend asked, a little concerned after seeing her reaction.

Without uttering a word, she showed her papers to her friend.

"Clara, you improved! I think you're the highest in class," her friend said with much conviction.

"No no, dont' think so. There'll surely be people who have done much better than me in class," she said, but her friend was no longer listening. She leaned back against the wall and smiled. The overwhelming sense of euphoria was so nice. Just sweet!

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"Do you know how to calculate how much improvement you have made in your results?" her mathematics teacher was saying. "You take your prelim results minus away your promo results, divided by 100 minus away your prelim results."

Soon, everyone was pressing away on their calculators.

"Huh, mine is negative leh," someone commented.

"Means deprove la!" (FYI: There is no such word as deprove.)

Everyone laughed.

"What do you think is the maximum range of results you can obtain?" her teacher asked the class. What can you expect from a maths teacher?

"The result can range from negative infinity to 1. If it's positive, you've improved. If it's negative, you know la," her teacher said grinning. "Your class is about 0.1 to 0.3."

Everyone started muttering among themselves, commenting on whether they have made any improvements at all. Some were lamenting on the abundant careless mistakes they made while others were grinning happily.

"Who has the largest number?" someone piped up.

"Your class ah.." he began as he pondered a while. "I think your class is Clara."

Everyone clapped. She smiled and could feel her face reddening. Aww, gosh! she thought to herself. It was rather shocking too. Here's the thing. She has topped her class in maths ever since promos. One would think that it should be those who did not do so well in the past to have improved the most and not the highest to have improved the most. Seems illogical, doesn't it? She seriously doubt her teacher. It just cannot be true.

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The result slip was being passed around. Everyone had to sign against their results to affirm the authencity of the results. She glanced at her results in dismay. Sure, some were nice, but there were more results that were more of a scar. She sighed, but could not say anything. Relative to her friends' results, it was considered OK. She signed next to her results and passed it on.

"Hey, Clara! You did our class proud! You scored the first A in class!"

She turned and grinned, laughing at that remark. It only goes to show how bad her class is.

"Must continue to improve during As ok? Score A star star, and do TJ proud!"

"Sure," she mused jokingly, and laughed. That was highly impossible, of course.

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"Do you want to know your ranking for GP?" her GP teacher announced.

Everyone nodded fervently.

"I say we dropped!"

"No, I think we improved, so we should have moved up!"

Soon, everyone was voicing their views out loud.

"Okay, okay. Silence! I don't know what was your ranking last year, but comparing to your June Common Test, your class increased in rankings."

Everyone cheered. Some were staring at each other in amazement with their jaws hanging. This just seemed impossible.

"Last common test, you were ranked 18. This time, your class is ranked 7th!" her teacher said as she beamed at the class.

Everyone cheered again.

"Your class' highest is 60.3 while your class average is 51.2," she continued on.

"Then, we should thank the highest!" someone commented.

"Why don't you say, we should thank the lowest for not being so low?"

Everyone laughed.

"Who's the highest?"

"Your class' highest is..," her GP teacher said as she looked down her list. "Clara. Where's Clara?" her teacher asked as she looked up from the list of results.

She raised her hand as the class applauded her.

"Clara arh, everytime so quiet in class. Never share, so must deduct 5 marks!"

Everyone laughed again.

"But then, deduct 5 marks also won't die right?"

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Alright. Now some updates on her results. After reading the horrendous experience of examinations, try not to expect too much. No, try not to expect anything at all.

The school simply enjoys torturing their students. Just a few papers and they take a whole entire week to return everything. The ruthless ones return each paper bit by bit. Raining hail storms onto you, one after another. Day after day.

GP: 62 [B3 - First! =D]
Maths: 78 [A - First! ^.^]
Biology: 50 [D - ='(]
Chemistry: 51 [D - ='(]
Economics: 56 [C - Second! =P]

See biology? Remember how she mentioned that 50 marks flew away? She really hates it when she is right. Right for all the bad things too. Drats.

Results were a TOTAL disappointment. Basically, they reek. Like shit. (Pardon the word. Wanted to use the word faeces, but then it would sound so.. so refined.)

She could have done SO MUCH BETTER!

This is bad, bad, BAD!

So screwed now. SCARED!!

Nearly half the time, she either did not complete reading the question, or she misreads the question. What exactly is wrong with her?! Careless mistakes adorn her script and stupid expression mistakes became rampant. ARGH! If only she had been more cautious in time management. If only there were less careless mistakes. If only she opened her eyes bigger and read EVERY SINGLE WORD on the paper. IF ONLY!

-sobs sobs-

What if the same thing happens during As? NO!! She wants As.. Sweet looking As.

Wait till the percentile is finalised. It's going to be SO much worse than this.

God save her!

#$@%#$%*^&*

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P.S.: I'm so sorry if you feel bothered that she's boasting so much about herself, but this IS her blog so it is kind of natural that it will centralise about her. I'm so sorry, but you can choose not to read if you don't want to. I'll try not to write so much about her next time, but this time it's really irresistable! It's not everyday you get to score such results that are pleasing to the eye. Moreover, this will most likely be the last time, so, just bear with ok? So sorry. Just hoping that whoever reads this will be happy too, and not annoyed at her arrogance. (Is that really arrogance?)

Anyhow, happy happy happy for some of her results! Just SOME.

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"I will keep my word, of course.
When the time comes,
I'll still do what i said i would.
No one will stop me,
because no one will know."

-Faith-