Boo! A Maths P2 was hard. Only Rui Qi and I agreed that Paper 1 was easier than Paper 2. It wasn't that hard, but the stupid power fractions made it hard, and the decimal points. I made sure to leave a lot of space in case I know the answer, but it was left blank.
Sigh, I've been reading my past entries and realised that many of my posts are 'happy' posts and blah. They contain me smiling. How about frowning? Well, I've been hiding my frown and now it's like, accumulating.
Firstly, my parents are not talking to each other since Sunday. They're so immature. I don't care if they secretly read my blog. I can't tell them directly or they'll scold me or whatever... I've never told them such risky stuff. Whatever... Anyway, we're not going to Johor on Vesak Day. Fuck lah! And all because of my parents, my uncles and aunties and everyone isn't going also! Seriously! Their level of maturity put together is much lower than my level of maturity! Like, they're watching the same TV programme in the same room but sit at different chairs and they don't even TALK! Like, FRIGGING TALK!!!!! And I have to act as the stupid messager! Sorry. I'm not really used to blogging about the sad part of my life.
I'm not going to delete this entry.