i woke up this morning hoping that Man Utd would not lose.  i had no hopes of a win whatsoever, but was greeted by a massive 3-0 win against Chelsea.  that kinda rocked my day already.  then it was the first day of school.  i know that most people look at school and kinda dread it, but school was quite tolerable.  won't say i loved it but at least i didn't hate it.

surprisingly i had completed some of my homework.  my mad rush during the last few days of the holidays had paid off and i did manage to pass up some of my work today.  was a little disappointed by the canteen now though.  somehow someone up there decided to change things around the canteen and some of the better stalls got kicked out.  perhaps it's for the better cause now i hate the food so much i may stop eating so much of it.

i was kinda pissed at the timetable though.  first day of school and PE as the first lesson?  the future already looks bleak.  but PE was tolerable.  teacher was fine, the run was good (somehow finished top ten cause everyone fitter than me was walking) and i miraculously did 2.8 pullups.  nearing my third now so i might just be on track to passing my NAPFA this year.  perhaps that book on surviving IPPT would help.

hmm.  math.  class got split into two, the S and Us in one class, the rest in another.  so now i'm stuck in a class filled with zai people cause i got a borderline E.  please lah.  take away one mark and i would be in the other class.  thus the debate on whether it's good to be in the supposedly better class but the stupidest of them all.  boy am i screwed.

was thinking about whether to ask people about their o level results.  didn't really want to but i think now i will.

oh well.  now all that's left is to complete the remaining homework, do some extra liasing with various people i need to liase with to settle comm stuff, plan my worship acad class, practice my drumming, study my math test next week, study for my history tests (yes PLURAL).  other than that, i'm entirely free.