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oh, the paranoia

Green lamborghini diablo VT 6.0, my love. <3 I'm so extreme that my dad brought home a sports car calendar from work and now I'm staring at eight months ago, January '05 at a 2D model of a car i could never afford.

Maybe I could!

If I wanted it badly enough.

But a mini cooper would suffice, really. Wtf. I dont even have a LICENSE yet.

Life is sad!

Such is the outrageous-ity of the education system: If you do not study for your civics and morals education test and you fail, you get a 'Fair' on your conduct grade and when you get into JC (if you get into jc) you'd have to go for counselling.

Now I wouldnt mind going for counselling. Though a waste of time, it might be fun.

But that's not the point.

The point is, what is the point?! Failing your test because it is during the week of your end-of-year-exams (as you are sensibly studying for other important subjects) does not mean your conduct should be a fair!

But who cares. The test's multiple choice, true or false questions, and situational questions. I remember doing one last year, falling asleep on the table and drooling on my exam sheet until kahying had to poke me repeatedly till i came hurrying back from unconsciousness long enough to hand up my paper.

And I got a 'Very Good'!!!! We never got the papers back, so I suspect that the form teacher last year was extremely biased (she was. they call claim they dont practise favouritism but they obviously do.) and gave us alllllllll goods and above!

To let us have an easier life when we reach JC.

Why am I harping on this???!<3 lamborghini.

I feel like there's something I need to do but I cant put my finger on it. I've already had physics tuition, I did my tuition homework and in a minute I'm gonna grab a quickie with Tom Clancy (damn I sound so kinky) before hitting the pillows.

GAH! I looked up from the screen and got the shock of my life. Someone moved my shooting trophy from my study table onto my.. other study table!!!! So that the stupid plastic figurine on it is POINTING A REVOLVER RIGHT AT ME.

Shock of my life. Object of my nightmares. The shiny gaudy plastic gold figurine with a gun.