Utterly slackish day.
I couldn't do anywork at all, because of the horrible sickish feeling I have in me since I woke up. I should have known I couldn't survive with so little sleep, slept at 3 woke up at 8. So, I had to nap the entire afternoon due to lack of sleep, and the horrible "gonna-have-fever" feeling I feel within my body. Bah. Not to mention its LNG day 1. *sian*
Jokes. After lunch I popped over to Cristofori Music School to get an application form for teaching piano after my A's. Was dressed in my super chaat huge Nike t-shirt and shorts along with the scruffiest looking sandals around, and the manager was like giving me this totally horrified look when she asked "Are you the one applying? How old are you?" Hurhur. Yeah I was.
"Sorry for the lousy attire. Just popped by for lunch and thought I'd collect this at the same time. Graduating at the end of the year, 18 years old." At least the horrified look disappeared. But that didn't stop her from looking up and down, up and down at my horrible attire. *amused* Nevertheless, filled in the application form right in front of her (at least she came over and helped me with it), and I was telling her I will pop by to hand in my certs. She told me to do it during the interview, which she said she will contact me after my A levels. I hope this gets through. *prays hard* Ooh well. I hope she was satisfied with my qualifications at least.
Ooh lala. Haven't done any work yet. I am screwed.
I couldn't do anywork at all, because of the horrible sickish feeling I have in me since I woke up. I should have known I couldn't survive with so little sleep, slept at 3 woke up at 8. So, I had to nap the entire afternoon due to lack of sleep, and the horrible "gonna-have-fever" feeling I feel within my body. Bah. Not to mention its LNG day 1. *sian*
Jokes. After lunch I popped over to Cristofori Music School to get an application form for teaching piano after my A's. Was dressed in my super chaat huge Nike t-shirt and shorts along with the scruffiest looking sandals around, and the manager was like giving me this totally horrified look when she asked "Are you the one applying? How old are you?" Hurhur. Yeah I was.
"Sorry for the lousy attire. Just popped by for lunch and thought I'd collect this at the same time. Graduating at the end of the year, 18 years old." At least the horrified look disappeared. But that didn't stop her from looking up and down, up and down at my horrible attire. *amused* Nevertheless, filled in the application form right in front of her (at least she came over and helped me with it), and I was telling her I will pop by to hand in my certs. She told me to do it during the interview, which she said she will contact me after my A levels. I hope this gets through. *prays hard* Ooh well. I hope she was satisfied with my qualifications at least.
Ooh lala. Haven't done any work yet. I am screwed.