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Monday, March 22, 2004
First day back in school today. Day got off to a bad start 'cause for some strange reason, I went down for breakfast late despite getting up at 5.45am (15 minutes earlier than usual). It's happening every morning. I get up, brush my teeth and look at my bleary-eyed reflection staring back at me from the bathroom mirror, stumble out of the bathroom and look up at the clock - and it always reads 6.00am. Then I think to myself that there's still plenty of time, so there's no big hurry! Bleah. By the time I've finished putting on my uniform, tying up my hair and putting on my contacts, it almost always is about 6.30am. 10 minutes off the supposed 6.20am breakfast. Double bleah. Mom and dad wouldn't stop going on and on about the possibility of kicking me out of bed by 5.30am if it was the only way to make sure I go down on time. Heavens, no! 15 minutes more sleep is 15 minutes too precious. New resolution: Quit lurking around in a semi sleep-like state when I get up in the mornings, and go down for breakfast on time

Had to appeal to take 4 subjects today during subject registration. It reminded me very much of the December of approximately 2 years ago, when I had to look Miss Tan up to appeal into 3/1. Bad memory, that. Told myself I never wanted to put myself through the agony of having to appeal for anything ever again then... But look at me now. Still having to appeal, still having to pay the price for laziness and not wanting to work hard enough. I don't seem to have changed at all, yet I feel like I've changed completely. It's a weird feeling, uncertainty of even being sure that I know myself. Argh. Well, it's time to put everything behind me and start all over again. Heh. I realise that I tell myself the same stories every year, but it doesn't seem to work. This time round will be different. It HAS to be different. Bleah. If I don't get the required passes for the term exams, I'll have to drop one subject. It's not like I'm planning to fail spectacularly or anything like that with 4 Fs, but some things you just have no control over. (ie. my results, which theoretically speaking, I should wield total control over, but for bizzare reasons, I don't.)

Kelly's First-Day-of-New-Term Resolutions:
#01 I love sleeping. Sleeping is good. So I shall sleep EARLY.
#02 I must remember that homework is GOOD. So maybe I should actually try finishing my homework once in a while?
#03 GO DOWN FOR BREAKFAST ON TIME!!!
#04 Talk less, think more.
#05 I need to know what to do!!! Argh. Sometimes, I leave school with the good intentions of catching up on my work at home, but the moment I traipse up the stairs and into my room... All the good resolutions are swept out of my mind at the sight of my nice, comfy bed. *loveliness-


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