technology really is wonderful. out of extreme boredom, i am now thankfully blogging from my hp. attending some boring talk thing organised by parents, who have, in a wave of over enthusiasm, forced a very unwilling me outta bed at ungodly 7am (the earliest ever!)

that explains why i am now outside some ballroom free-labouring away (when i should logically still be in bed), assuming the sweet role of a pleasant receptionist and entertaining all the adults. urgh.

what's worse, everyone's been irritatingly popping the same dreaded question: "so, what future plans do you have?"

and my well-trained reply remains, till this very day, dutifully fixed and matter-of-fact: "oh, (with a nonchalent wave of my hand) attending university soon."

come on, you think to yourself incredulously, who the fuck screws up A levels?

but.

the sad and horrifying irony inevitably creeps in as the big day draws closer and closer day by day. slowly, the answer to the aforementioned (seemingly rhetorical) question becomes more and more eminent, and in fact, when fully surfaced, screams right in your face --- "ME!"

I. am. gonna. be. that. fuck.

that fuck who will not even be showing her face in school on the day the results are released.

p/s: wokays, kill me everybody, for spreading the panic/ paranoia/ hysteria. hahaha. (ok. this is so not funny.) arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!