THE CHINESE O'S ARE OVER! Wheehee!
Such a sigh of relief. I was absolutely terrified for the O Levels, it seems like such an official exam, what with all the stupid rules and regulations. My hands were shaking as I did the first half of Paper 1, how exaggerated. It really wasn't that intimidating after all, I realised after a while, mainly cos only a quarter (?) of the hall was filled with the small IP cohort, and my prime location right at the corner of the hall, just behind all the air-con hurricanes. A Levels, hmm, might be a different story. But still a long way to go. (not really)
SO sick of studying Chinese, I tell you. It's like all I've been doing for the past week has revolved around Chinese - cheng yu, fan wen, xuan zi tian kong deng (oh gross, see what I just did). Last night I even dreamt in Chinese, it was like, people were talking to me in cheng yu. Creepy to the max.
Hopefully today was my last time taking a Chinese exam (fingers crossed toes crossed eyes crossed) - having to take H1 Chinese is such a dreadful thought. And hopefully I won't completely abandon Chinese when I stop having Chinese lessons - it happens to so many people. For a Chinese person not to be able to speak Chinese, it really is a such a xiu ru. (Oh gross! I can't stop thinking in Chinese!) One of my New Year Resolutions would be to get Chinese books to read in the new year, and yes I will do it. I have like, one of the most jian ding yi zhis in the world.
Anyway, while I try to store away the scattered Chinese word documents into folders in the Desktop of my brain, I will slack like no tomorrow. Went to Yoshinoya after school with Jordana, Yitong, Lihui and Novia. I will spare the details, my life is not that mundane, such that I have to blog about what I ate (beef, I like beef) and whatever sauce it came with. Came across this bengz blog once, one post was basically:
"Today went Yoshinoya with baby, I had chicken cutlet rice with teriyaki sauce and baby had the fish with platter."
Do people really care about this? Good gosh. This is what I call bloring - Boring Blogging. Not that my own blogging is the Cat's Pajamas and the Bees Knees, but still.
I digress. So after the paper Jordana, Yitong and I made our way to Far East for cheapo clothing that turned out to be not so cheapo after all. Yitong got her nice black pumps, and for someone who wasn't intending to shop at all (I wanted to go home and sleep after the paper, so sue me) I bought a shameful amount of stuff. Even Jordana who came prepared to shop only bought a dress. I bought:
1. A LBD (A Little Black Dress, for the fashion-stoopid.)
2. A red/white/blue checkered shirt (It reminded me of 3D glasses, I couldn't resist!)
3. A cute foofy half-top from Hula and Co. (I blame Jordana!)
When I'm sad, I shop. When I'm happy, I shop. You know what I'm going to be when I grown up?
Broke.
Gosh do I remind myself of Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic. It's like instead of the secret mountains of credit cards and credit card receipts I have my big bag, which I use to sneak my purchases past my parents, haha.
But it was fun. :D And it is time to start having fun!
Holidays wan sui!
