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01 June, 2004
The Exam
Well, haha, last night sucked. No doubt about it.

Anyway, was planning to get up at 0530 so I had time to get on the 'puter before going to school. But I didn’t and my dad had to wake me up at 0700 instead. So rushed and rushed and finally left the house at 0720.

Reached school at about 0845. But couldn’t find the damn stupid place because I am misinformed (underinformed or just simply NOT informed). Finally after much walking and calling with Andrea, found out that it was in the New AVA.

Chem (that’s what I went for) was supposed to start at 0900, but Grace (a class, not a person) was late... *grumble* and we started half an hour later instead. Blah blah blah. Got to leave at slightly over 1030.

Originally wanted to watch “The Day After Tomorrow”, but blasted tuition had to come interfere, so didn’t in the end. DAMN it.

Ugh. Lit mock on Thursday, along with Chem prac and Maths olympiad. How shit is that. And have to go to Ms Nair’s wedding tomorrow. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to see them together and all that, but you know me. I hate going out. Especially to places which I’m not familiar with.

I hope the food is good.

The sun was scorching today. Had to walk under it so many times.

And my left eye hurts. I think it’s swolled or something, but you can’t tell by looking at it yet. It hurts every time I blink... oh, the pain... oh, the torture.
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