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Saturday, September 6 - 6:10 PM
closer
Argh.
Tt's it. Almost the end of the holidays.
And I think I studied so little this week tt it doesn't really make any shit difference whether I studied or not.
Kay, completed almost half of the A-maths TYS. Tt's the only thing worth complimenting abt.
And now the more worrying thing is SCIENCES.
For one, I've not yet started on Physics...
Although I think starting on it is pointless, I'm gonna start somehow.
Read up the textbook, at least. At least I won't fail miserably.
And then thr's Chemistry, which I have studied long time ago, finished the file of notes, but now if you asked me anything, blank! Can't rmb much.
And chemistry is so damn important to me...

The only thing I've done today was an Emaths paper, and reading up some chemistry practical notes.

Today, some funny person dripped blood all over the 7-11 stall!
Omg! When I walked in, the cashier was hlping this guy with a plaster.
Apparently this weird guy injured his hand badly, and then he kept telling the cashier not to worry, asking if she's afraid of blood, and then telling her some useless thing like "If you are afraid of blood, don't cut chicken."
-.-
I infer tt his injury came from cutting chickens.
And then he suddenly turned around and said "Boy, help me stick the plaster properly..."
I was loss for words, I don't wanna touch him!
And then his blood dripped on my newspaper. GOSH.
So I quickly acted blur and went to change my newspaper. Kept my head down the whole time in case he tried to ask for my hlp again...
And then when he turned to leave, blood kept dripping from his bandaged hand all around the store...MY GOD.