I wanted to upload joan's scribbling on the study room whiteboard to me which i happened to use as my handphone wallpaper for a week as motivation. So did not work.

STUDY! (If not you have to see V.C!)

But piss-ily, blogger still does not want to upload photos.

3 days before CTs, jean asked me what i had to study

Me: Eh....chem, physics and bio

And the next day when she realised i haven't started studying math and all, woahhh, big lecture session man, with joan randomly chiming in to make me more scared.

Jean: OMG THE, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. YOU HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED MATHS. YOU'RE SO SCREWED. OMG, YOU ARE DEFINITELY GOING TO FAIL. YOU'RE GOING TO SEE MRS CHENG. AND SHE'LL BLACKLIST YOU. YOU'RE NEVER GOING ANYWHERE AGAIN.

Jean: How do you think the rest of the people could go to germany? You'll be in mrs cheng's blackbook. It's all RECORDED DOWN.

Joan: Ya lah, come back from germany still don't want to study. Can waste time and do scrapblogs somemore. (To jean) I keep telling her "The, stop going to facebook and start studying." And she purposely didn't want to listen.

(TOLD YOU JOAN'S CHIMING IN WAS STUPID. okay wait, haven't told you that yet)

Jean: I'm going to copy all this down for you! (as in, the topics tested thing) You're such a FREAK OF NATURE.

Jean: *still ranting*See lah, don't want to study. You have such a poor attitude The. Okay, if you think results are not the most important, just study the bare minimum lah! Nobody is asking you to study so hard. But you didn't even bother to study the basic stuff! I tell you, next time when you grow old, with your kind of attitude you'll never find a job.

IT DIDN'T JUST END LIKE THAT. TONS MORE OKAY.

You see, if you have sisters like that who constantly disturb you and pressurize you with their own sick gpa, isn't is so psychologically HURTING.

AND SCARY.

NOT TO MENTION MEANNNNNNNNN.

The image of going to visit mrs cheng was tortorous! All vividly illustrated in my pea sized brain. Including what i was wearing.

Planned on koping jean's turquoise dress. Didn't know whether to wear jeans underneath though, it's a little short.

Wait, no wonder i am such a scarred child with inner hurts ): Recently becoming so withdrawn and quiet, immune to what was happening around me. (Exaggeration to emphasise my point here)

Hmm, so explains it because i have such a strange mum who loves to tell me that i am beautiful and smart:D

Hahah. No, i'm serious. Even though she occassionally likes to mention the fact that i look very fat now and have upper lip hair.

This is her theory: You need high self esteem to do well

So the teachers can run after jean and joan when i fail my math papers because how could i get high self esteem after that right? :D

RIGHTRIGHTRIGHT.

Oh wait, and jean went on to tell mummy how it was partly her fault that i'm not doing my work because she is too lenient with me, and doesn't monitor me enough or something.

Hahaha. Mummy came pouring out her sorrows to me on how jean gave her a scolding but she managed a feeble "But The's motto in life is to have fun"

Jean "Next time when she grows old and is so poor, she'll regret it"

And for the next few days, i caught joan smiling and laughing to herself thrice. Why? Because she was replaying the moment where jean said i was a freak of nature. Great.

I just realised no one would actually bother to read a chunkyful of words here. Needa go bang on the piano now.

SEE YOU 03 AND MARIA ON MONDAYYY! :D