Actually I wanted to blog happily about how I won Mr Oh Jian Ming, Miss Pan Hui Yan and Miss Tan Li Ting in the connect-four game today. But then, something came in the mail today that caused my mood to take a 50-storey plunge.

Bloody BT1 results.

I really really really hate the school for sending our results to our parents. I really really really hate it when Miss Li added the words, "Parents of" on the bloody envelope. I really really really hate the school for having its own warped grading system. Well, teachers said the school reverted back to the 100% original A-Level grading system, but that's bullshit. Cos I went to check and realised I should get Cs (according to the 100% original A-Level grading system). Instead, I got nice and round Ds. And so I didn't do that badly after all, and the bloody school tricked me into thinking I'm really as stupid as my dear friends always say. BAH.

Because of the school's bloody warped grading system, who suffers in the end? It's us, the poor students of the bloody school. We get scolded by our parents, we get so bloody demoralised when in actual fact we didn't do half as badly as we thought.

When my lovely mother saw my lovely results, she started to throw lovely accusations at me, like how I always go out with my lovely friends (what a joke, haha), how I always go online (yah I didn't have to prepare for the stupid Block Tests), how I always waste my lovely time (when I slept less than 5 hours everyday during the BT period) etc etc etc. My lovely mother seemed to forget that her lovely daughter had to prepare for the lovely Yellow City for nearly 3 lovely months, that her lovely daughter had less than a week to finish studying 4 lovely subs (which include the lovelier LEP), that her lovely daughter got so stressed her lovely biological clock got so lovingly screwed up. When she saw that my GP was marked with "EX", she thought I scored so badly Miss Li felt ashamed about putting down the grade.Her lovely accusations are so hilarious I can barf.

When my lovely mother saw the lovely VCD darling Shuli lent me, she went, "Woah, watch VCD for what? Waste time. Watch Channel U can already what." Yah and today when I got home she was watching the lovely VCD. That says alot.

TO HELL WITH THE BLOODY SCHOOL. The school has managed to bring my stress to a much higher level (even over the stupid NAPFA), has managed to present a warped version of The Truth, has managed to groom one of their students into a cynical and angsty teen as she is today. I sincerely thank the school for such feats which I thought could never be achieved in my entire life.