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Whoohoo, it’s the end of the first week of T3! Three cheers for us- we’ve managed to get through the first stressful week We’ve gotten back some bad tests, learnt new things, did the old stuff like go crazy in class, pass notes, sms under the table etc. etc. etc.

Yesterday I had 2 teeth extracted- the two teeth behind my canines. My lips were numb for almost 3 hours, but that didn’t stop the pain from coming after about one and a half hours. It was a kind of pain that made me keep fidgeting, trying to get myself distracted to lessen the pain, the sort where I was desperate enough to get home to have Panadol and so be so rude as to cut short a conversation between my Dad and a neighbour, the kind that made me tear.
Luckily the minute I got home, I spit out the gauze in my mouth and my Dad fed me liquid Panadol. Afterwhich I went online and got some distraction from Ethel and Yanzhu! Thank you (: The pain subsided soon after.

Today the metal rings are in!
The next appointment when the actual braces are in is on the 12th of July…which is one day after my CHINESE ‘O’ LEVEL ORAL. Gulp.

All too easily, we’ve slipped back into the routine of school. I’ve gone back to sleeping 6 hours every night, doing work, procrastinating…

School’s a place where you get to see your evil side, really.

I was just thinking (AGAIN) how the small, light blue coloured rubber bands called SEPARATORS that are put on the either side of the molar in front of the last molar could bring so much agony.
I mean, for starters, they are damn uncomfortable. It wasn’t so bad on the first day when the dentist put them in, but yesterday it got more painful and today isn’t any better |:

I even got a headache from the pain- thing is, the pain isn’t sharp nor excruciating, but the pain is a dull, aching and uncomfortable pain that is always there, making it almost unbearable. I have to constantly keep my upper and lower teeth apart, because when they press down together it hurts.

The worse part, however, is when it’s time to EAT. I’ve never realised how much I take my teeth for granted! My sister and I have taken to swallowing our food barely-chewed, mashed if possible.
“Later you get indigestion,” says our Mum. But what’s there for us to do? We’re doing everything we can to not chew, which isn’t nice because I like to taste my food |:
I had peanut soup after dinner. I love peanut soup Sad thing about my teeth though. It was pathetic trying to eat the tang yuan in 10 bites or something, when normally it was so easy to pop it into the mouth in 2 bites. And it was terribly hard to chew! IT WAS SO CHEWY.

I shall not shall not shall not complain.
BUT LET THIS WEEK PASS QUICK SO THAT THE DENTIST CAN TAKE THEM OUT AND PUT THE METAL RINGS IN!~

I’m looking at the mess on my table- the mess of books, foolscap paper, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, worksheets, a dictionary and pens. A mess, in short, of homework Not Completed.

And right now, I’m thinking, I should have done all my work. Because it’s not good for someone not to complete her work. Especially someone who is a damn monitor in exco.
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All I can think of now is my homework and how annoyed my parents are going to be when they see that my homework is not completed and how annoyed I will be (I am) when I cannot complete my homework.

AND HERE I AM STILL SLACKING MY FREAKING FEW HOURS LEFT AWAY TO THE DAMN COMPUTER AND MY BLOG. This is ATROCIOUS.

Don’t read this post, it’s so bloody boring.

Time to get your life back on track, Tessa.

I constantly have things running through my mind. Even when I’m in bed sometimes and just dying to go to sleep, I will be thinking of something. Like I’ll be going crazily annoyed.

“OH JUST STOP THINKING YOU IDIOT” I’ll be silently cursing.

And now I’m thinking just how I am going to get my homework done. Because just when I actually have the motivation to sit down and do my homework, I find that I don’t know how to do. So I go on to the next homework and I find that I don’t know how to do it either. So I go on to the next one…SAME THING. Like, DARN. It’s so frustrating. I feel like tearing up my books and foolscap papers and worksheets. AFTER ALL, THEY’RE ONLY PIECES OF PAPER WITH BLACK INK ON THEM.

Hmm if they’re just pieces of paper with black ink on them then I shan’t bother to get annoyed over them. Now I shall try telling myself that and just cover them pieces of paper with blue ink (:

It’s just after my lunch break, where I went to Banquet, and now I’m back at the table in front of the computer. And I’m supposed to be doing indexing, but I’m slacking for the moment.

Indexing is not the funnest job to do.

Expecially indexing about newspapers in the 1980 |: And the title of the newspaper: Labour News. Everything to do with the NTUC and Labour Movement and all the trade unions and all that. I don’t understand what I’m reading most of the time.

Oh well. At the end of my job attachment I would have become more enriched in the happenings of the 1980s (:

HISTORY LESSONS (:

I’ve always had the feeling that I’m so darn weird, but now I know I really am. I can’t prioritise, I can’t control myself, I can’t do the correct things, I can’t think properly, I can’t study, I’m so bloody random, I can’t do anything right.

What the hell is wrong with me…?

I was brought up to be better, but I don’t deserve everything I’ve gotten so far.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: “Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck twelve, the mouse fell down, hickory dickory dock.”

That’s what Tan Cheng and I were singing during our second (and last) day of doing childcare for CIP, amidst Humpty Dumpty and Mary Had A Little Lamb and Little Miss Muffet. The kids were napping and we had been given the task of scotch-taping their books together. Poor kids the books are all falling apart. Tan Cheng went, “I bet the books will be torn and tattered again by tomorrow.” Tsk, the pessimist.
Today the children were friendlier and more welcoming towards us. A few were almost hostile yesterday |: It’s kind of sad in a way that we won’t be going there anymore- it’s scary how we can become so quickly attached to these young, innocent and carefree children. I find it hard to believe that they are more than a decade younger than I am :O I AM OLD. But really, they are so HAPPY. They bounce and jump and skip about, they smile at you when they see you looking at them, they don’t hold grudges…they’re just plain happy and that’s about it.
But these kids are actually more emo than us >.< I mean, they can just sit there playing with their Lego and blocks, and just start crying. I mean, we cry for a reason, don’t we? They can just start screaming and wailing for no reason (“They got reason, is just that we don’t know what’s the reason!” says my sister, who went along)!

I’m going for some camp tomorrow.

WEEK ONE: HC SLC
WEEK TWO: BACK TO SCHOOL FOR MATH LESSONS FROM MONDAY TO FRIDAY, AND BAND
WEEEK THREE: PIANO LESSONS, CHILDCARE CIP, CAMP
WEEK FOUR: JOB ATTACHMENT

Did someone mention we were on holiday? Cos I don’t think I have mine. It got stolen, I think.
Now every recent post in my blog has the dreaded word in it: HOMEWORK. And every recent post has got me grumbling and complaining and procrastinating about HOMEWORK.
WTF I don’t understand why they must give so much homework. And so bloody difficult to complete, either. DAMN IT. Why must so much be fitted into the curriculum when they know that it is impossible to teach so much in so little time?! SOMEONE TELL ME WHY MAN. Cos I’m sick of all these crap.
I’m hoping that someone will tell me that the Romance of the Three Kingdoms Quiz is cancelled and that the Math test is cancelled and that the teachers say that the holiday homework does not have to be completed.

If only all these was just a nightmare. Ohhhhhhhhhh, boy, I’m so gonna die I’m dead.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: “You stupid lah, you so clever!”

Today I did CIP! CHILDCARE One girl kept crying, cos she’s new Some kids just cry randomly, which was quite freaky. But the most horrendous thing was the Lunch part. Oh my, you should see how much rice they dropped :O

 But then again, they’re kids, so if they were to eat really neatly, or at least in a civilised manner, that would be freaky.

I just went AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH and my seven-year-old brother next to me gave me the look that a lot of us give each other nowadays. The eh-shut-up-you-lame-shit-what-the-hell-are-you-doing look.

I couldn’t help but laugh.