3 more weeks to my D Day. The stress-o-meter is hitting high. If I have to delineate my study plan, my husband would be the first to vomit blood.
Last night was the worst night ever to survive another revision on Math I. As what people would call it - A math. Exchange of swear words is needed to cool the burning flame. Having a partner who scored A1 in Math and always excel in academics is so fucking stressful. Okay, partly I was to blame, because my brain has gone haywire and I asked a really super dumbo question to trigger the spark. The question was what is 4 1/2 equals to?
Right after the question was asked, that very moment the look at his face was flabbergasted. He looked at me with malicious eyes, ready to use a 'pen' to slit my head into half. Then rubbish came sprouting from his mouth...... eg. Next time, my kids will not be as stupid as you.
[ Wow Thanks ah dear... My kids not your kids ah???]
Asking your partner to teach you something, is a super painful procedure. But I should endure for now since I’m desperate for your help. Babi I will 'reward' you once my exams are over. *evil grinz*
2 comments:
actually seriously. i have no idea what does 4 half equals to also. :(
till now i still get it wrong
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