Yeah, back in Sydney, school's just whateverrrr, Ms Watkins was like whateverrrr and the weather's so miserable it makes me frown. Same old.

Except the exam results bit. I received my Biology and Maths paper today, and I'm quite pleased with myself overall, especially for Bio. I scored a lovely 80% for Biology, which is a really big improvement on my performances in Biology exams! This just shows that dot-points are the way to go for me. I got a square 75% for Maths. I'm not very proud of it though, I really thought I worked a bit harder than that. Perhaps a few marks more would've done the trick. But I deserved it. Just gotta work even harder next time!

I feel bookwormish. On Sunday evening, mum and I had gone to Bangsar Village to shop a little and visit the night market for some supper. After watching Infamous, I've been wanting to read Capote's In Cold Blood ever since. I'm so curious about the murder and how Capote's used fictional techniques on a non-fictional story. In the end, I didn't find the book at the bookshop - I'd found Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's instead, which I felt a bit inclined to read, but I didn't want to trust myself on that. So while browsing the bookshelves of the Classic Literature section, I found Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird and thought, Now this could be a good read! I'd learned that Lee was Capote's old friend and neighbour, and was largely influenced by Capote. So I bought it. Because I thought the book would be a really good one to look into. And also because it's one of those classics that you'll never forget. 'Sides, it was 10 ringgit cheaper than almost all the other books on the shelves of the store.

I'm not a big fan of books. When I was younger, I used to like reading alot though. Most probably only because all my friends loved to read, and I felt that I needed to read too. We used to have heaps of Enid Blyton books on our bookshelves and alot of mystery and crime fiction too (for the younger years of course). I knew after picking up mum's Star Wars novel that science fiction and fantasy was not for me. I hated remembering all those strange names. Especially in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I absolutely hated it. When I was in Year 8 or thereabouts, I realised that I'm a highly picky reader. I only like to read books that are non-fantasy related, and I had a liking for only a specific style of writing. I couldn't read something that I didn't like, obviously. I'd just put it down, even if it was a nice story (which I was sure of from reading the blurb, but the beginning just didn't do much justice anyway). That's still me, anyway. I'm very specific. I find books that are interesting, and pick them up to give them a read - but most of the time, I find myself putting them back down after boring myself out.

So far, so good with Mockingbird. It's going good. I'm praying that I finish the book, not like all the other times I pick something up, read a little bit and then put it back down and never touch it again.


Everyone's a two-faced bitch, right? Or maybe not everyone. But these people do exist, and they don't come rare today. I'm not willing to put up with any kind of two-faced attitude, especially if it's only to get their way with me. I've had enough of this kind of crap from a certain someone. If she ever talks back again to anything I do or say, even if it wasn't even meant for me to hear, I'm going to fscking crack.

And of course, no one really likes to see me crack and I know this for a fact.

Right?

Cheers.

PS. Tomorrow's ANZAC Day. I'm going to have a shower, do some Maths homework and hopefully some History (I give up). Then after, I'll pop in a movie to watch :) Maybe even start Heroes or Prison Break. Which one, which one...

& turned on the lights; 15:59