The Olympics. It's such a dream. So many people watching and participating. From so many different places. Wonder how it is for the athletes. Is it like a dream? A few weeks of excitement, madness, euphoria. Then, it is all gone. Like it was never there. Except for the lucky few who have medals to remember it by. Relics of what has vanished, forever.
Anyway, I think this whole Olympics business is very cool. So I'm quite determined to make ah boy take part in the next one. If she would only grow bigger... I already have plans. First, I'll buy a crocodile (small one). Then, I'll dump ah boy into the swimming pool. Ah boy gets a few metres head start. Then in goes the crocodile! And Whoosh you'll see ah boy flying through the water to win the women's 50m backstroke. That's how the Aussie swimmers train. Serious!
Funny how ah boy wasn't keen on the idea at all when I told her about it online. She said it was mean.
Anyway, I'm feeling quite stupid. 3 weeks to the prelims and no motivation to study.
I remember the good old RG days when ah boy, LL and I would go out to study everyday. Also remember the compulsory study sessions in school when we would sneak out to the canteen to buy food when the viceP wasn't looking. And how studying differentiation and integration would become playing Happyland on the computer. Those were the times when I believed.
Now, I don't believed anymore. How can I when I keep flunking Econs? And my Geography is so inconsistent? And I have never gotten an A grade for all the literature essays I've written? Not to mention handwriting. As if things aren't bad enough. I keep having marks deducted for my handwriting. And everyone keeps laughing at it. Like it's funny. Funny to be marked down for handwriting in tests. Please God, in the A level exams, give me examiners who like my sort of writing.
Ah boy says I'm a smart ahma. I can do it. No one hopes so more than I do.

I Liked my dolly a lot. I made a lot of people take photos with my doll, Bloody Mary.

This is a cute little doll that I made.