I like Mr. Miles, he's nice and funny. Almost makes me wish I'd taken history! But then I would have to drop Maths, and that would be disastrous because while Maths is indeed the death of many a student's sanity, it is also extremely good at giving it back once you become good at it. That is the reason why my combi is KELM and not KELG, with of course the additional reason that Maths is muggable and almost a guaranteed A if you practise enough.
Mr. Miles also says that I need to project my voice more and relax my speaking style and not let my eyes wander so much and be less stressed etc. Mel said I looked very nervous when presenting. It annoys me greatly how my sucky presentation skills seem to resurface at whim. I know I am not incapable of giving a good presentation. I have to remind myself that PW, no matter how pointless and idiotic, is still an A Level subject -- and damnit I'm going to fucking do a confident presentation if it kills me.
Also I am a sucker for songs that people (whom I like) recommend me. They fall under the category of 'gifts', because the act of two people exchanging songs is an intimate, well-intentioned one full of goodwill and camaraderie. I end up liking the song much more than I would've if I'd discovered it by myself. Just like how hugs are only meaningful if other people give them to you. Hugging yourself is not cool.
Book-shopping at Bras Basah with annjie. AJ had 3-4 heavy bags and took a taxi home. I had 2 bags, and persevered till Bishan mrt where I gave up and called my dad to pick me up. We now have books on poetry and philosophy and will most certainly own your asses in KI and Lit next year. Okay, that is all.