It's OveRrrRrr~~~!!....Not.

w00ts! Biology and Chemistry intervention tests (also known as monthly test) are done for the day! No more treacherous last minute brain-mugging on formulae and laws!! Just for today...
I personally felt that both the subjects needs extreme memorising power and deeper-than-abyss understanding... Basically, advancing in sixth form needs you to be at home having your butt glued to the chair with your hands and eyes stitched to the book for half of the day, everyday until you sit for STPM, only if you are determined to get 4 flat! Or unless you're born genius where you can read only for a few times and everything is already in your head.

Once my friend who is a top student in my class said, "We need to study everyday at least four hours after school hours...". I know it's not a lot (or it's just too short!) for some of you but OMG! 4 hours of studying! I'll be rolling with the books on my bed and dozing of until my dinner time is ready! Sounds piggish but I'm not so committed to do so... Besides, there are tonnes and tonnes of assignments given by the teachers especially Maths teacher and they are to be submitted or finished the next day or at most four days. 50 questions might sound easy, but each question has its sections of sub-questions! The questions are tough, really tough. It took normal students 30 minutes to complete one question with four sub-questions but for the top scorers, they could easily solve it in 5-10 minutes! Sometimes my Maths teacher couldn't think of solution for the question at the moment but the geniuses could get it done before my teacher did! Might as well they don't need to attend lessons in school and study at home...
One more Muet paper to sit tomorrow. Sigh.

Dad at 13

"Is Alfie the real dad?". Hmm... Then I looked at the picture and I was like, "Oh my gawd! This cute little innocent-looking kid is a father already?? At 13?? What the hell is going on to this world?
By the way, I'd imagined him sucking his thumb, staring his mother's breast and asking for more milk. Or maybe he would look like a little kid who ran happily with his toy in his hand and knocked into the see-through sliding door, crying on the floor with overflowing snot.

-Little family ... Alfie, Chantelle and baby Maisie-
The article from Star newspaper wrote that the monstrous-looking girl is only 15 and slept with EIGHT guys. I wondered, is she selling her body for a petty amount of money offered by the guys? Or just for the sake of experiencing what is sexual intercourse about. That would be absurd. I can't think of what might attract the young lads to her. Haha.
Even my mum said that Chantelle would be suitable to be the Alfie's mum.
I just felt pity for the baby.

Exploited..!!

Being a Sixth Form student ain't that high and mighty after all...

My classroom was situated at the end of the reconstructed foyer as there is not enough classrooms for us students. On our left is the new hall, where all afternoon session tiny tots gather for assembly while on our right is the staircase where students in this block rush up and down the whole day! Can you imagine how noisy it is?! Of course our classroom wasn't soundproof because one day it will have to be removed to have our foyer back in place. The only good thing about my ex-class is that it is really cooling and comfortable even in the hot afternoon sun...

It happened that we were told we could shift our class to a better, newer class to the newly built blocks in my school compound! Everyone was so excited until the teacher said we have to carry EVERY SINGLE ITEM in our class to the new classroom... (wooden chairs and desks, white board, CUPBOARD etc.) And you know what, our new class is located at the highest and the furthest of the four-storey building block. It's a long walk from our class to the new classroom. Okay, fine. We, girls and the school teachers are indeed very lucky to have gentlemen in our class carrying mostly everything up! xD We still endured it since this is the most awaited time of our lives to try having a class at the new block after six years sitting in shabby classrooms. After the 2 hours relocation on Friday afternoon, I felt I'm at the top of the world! (Actually I was huffing and puffing my way through, damn sweaty and tired. The guys looked like they had a bath with their uniforms on. Haha)

On the Saturday morning, we were having assembly as usual and there came the voice of our Head Prefect.
''The classes that had moved to block M, you will be exchanged with these classes and you will be transferred to block F. Class 6A1 will be chang...''.
What the f**k?! Are you kidding me? You are telling us now after WE carried everything to the new block? Aren't you been too 'early' to inform this matter to us, MRS headmaster?...

And there it goes the unbroken cycle of the children in the year of Horse to remain in shabby classrooms for seven years straight.

*Updated*
The class we got transferred to is also the highest, but the second furthest. Lol. Both front and back classes is from the lower grade classes, so we are in the centre of the zoo, filled with hollering monkeys and apes surrounding us. And there's a construction going on just opposite our classroom!

...I missed my very first classroom. Sob.

*Updated 2*
Yay! We have a classroom just for us without sharing! And at the new block! XD Everyday we get to 'exercise' our way up... =.=