Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I really have too many things to worry about.
My grandfather has been in and out of hospital these past few months. This morning he was warded into the ICU so the family decided to pay him a little visit. He's been ill for so long already. All the organs in his body just seem to work against him now.
When we got there, we were just in time to see about 5-6 nurses rush into his ward and pull the curtains behind them. Naturally, we were stunned and could only gape at the flurry of activity going on. My aunties arrived then, after taking a 10 minute break to buy food at 7-11. I think they were the most hard hit. They started panicking and crying almost immediately.
And of course, being the over-emotional person that I am, I started panicking too and got an asthma attack right there and then. Everybody was - by then - crying and mumbling prayers under their breaths. We felt so helpless then. Especially when reminded of our mortality.
We were expecting the worst actually. He had been in hospital for such a long time, his organs were weak, he was old and unknown to him, he was in the very same ward/room that my grandmother had passed away in 6 years ago. Coincidence? Perhaps. But we took it as a bad omen.
The doctor came out then and told us that his heart had actually stopped beating for a few minutes. They did manage to revive him however, but his condition is still critical. We were all allowed a few minutes to go in and see him. He was heavily-sedated yet still semi-conscious. I think he knew we were there but just couldn't summon the strength to open his eyes. His legs kept thrashing around though - perhaps the only way he could tell us that he was conscious. When I leant down to kiss him, his mouth moved too - almost as if he intended to kiss me back. Or maybe I'm just expecting too much.
Seeing him attached to a multitude of tubes again just brought back too many memories. I'd seen him in such a state not too many months ago. And I had asked God then to give me more time with him - to let him know that I loved him, to apologise if I had been disrespectful, to try being a better granddaughter to him. My prayers were answered. Even though my grandfather can't understand my Malay, he knows what I mean because he simply listens. And I'm certain he knows I love him.
And atuk, please try to get well. We are all praying in earnest for your full recovery. We love you very, very much.
My grandfather has been in and out of hospital these past few months. This morning he was warded into the ICU so the family decided to pay him a little visit. He's been ill for so long already. All the organs in his body just seem to work against him now.
When we got there, we were just in time to see about 5-6 nurses rush into his ward and pull the curtains behind them. Naturally, we were stunned and could only gape at the flurry of activity going on. My aunties arrived then, after taking a 10 minute break to buy food at 7-11. I think they were the most hard hit. They started panicking and crying almost immediately.
And of course, being the over-emotional person that I am, I started panicking too and got an asthma attack right there and then. Everybody was - by then - crying and mumbling prayers under their breaths. We felt so helpless then. Especially when reminded of our mortality.
We were expecting the worst actually. He had been in hospital for such a long time, his organs were weak, he was old and unknown to him, he was in the very same ward/room that my grandmother had passed away in 6 years ago. Coincidence? Perhaps. But we took it as a bad omen.
The doctor came out then and told us that his heart had actually stopped beating for a few minutes. They did manage to revive him however, but his condition is still critical. We were all allowed a few minutes to go in and see him. He was heavily-sedated yet still semi-conscious. I think he knew we were there but just couldn't summon the strength to open his eyes. His legs kept thrashing around though - perhaps the only way he could tell us that he was conscious. When I leant down to kiss him, his mouth moved too - almost as if he intended to kiss me back. Or maybe I'm just expecting too much.
Seeing him attached to a multitude of tubes again just brought back too many memories. I'd seen him in such a state not too many months ago. And I had asked God then to give me more time with him - to let him know that I loved him, to apologise if I had been disrespectful, to try being a better granddaughter to him. My prayers were answered. Even though my grandfather can't understand my Malay, he knows what I mean because he simply listens. And I'm certain he knows I love him.
And atuk, please try to get well. We are all praying in earnest for your full recovery. We love you very, very much.
I have had it up to here with you.
Who the hell told you that having a p-i-m-p attitude would 'bring da chicks rollin' to you? If I hear one more word about how you've 'had a great time farkin anything with two legs', how 'da chicks in pubs are more expensive' and how 'ya should never spend too much time on a chick, cos everytime ya linger and waste time on 'em, ya miss out on five other chicks', I will personally rip ya balls out and stuff 'em down ya throat.
Bastard.
Who the hell told you that having a p-i-m-p attitude would 'bring da chicks rollin' to you? If I hear one more word about how you've 'had a great time farkin anything with two legs', how 'da chicks in pubs are more expensive' and how 'ya should never spend too much time on a chick, cos everytime ya linger and waste time on 'em, ya miss out on five other chicks', I will personally rip ya balls out and stuff 'em down ya throat.
Bastard.
Monday, March 29, 2004
The interview went okaylah, I think. I did get disheartened because more than 500 people applied. In the waiting room, I was surrounded by beautiful girls who talked with accents. So how can my ego not plummet?
The interviewers were pleasant enough. Much better than the TP ones. Bah. I did contradict myself quite a bit but fortunately, they didn't follow up on it.When they asked me why I'd make a good journalist, I told them I was a nosey parker [?]. Gee. Oh bloody hell, I wish I could turn back time. I'd give all the correct answers then.
I then went home all by my lonesome but got stopped by 3 guys who were selling some donation tickets. I was a little hesitant at first but the Chinese guy who was trying to sell it to me was so darn cute, I couldn't resist. Then he asked me if I was looking for a job 'cos he was looking for people to become outdoor sales people. Then his friends squabbled because they wanted me to be under their teams. Finally, I took the cute guy's number and promised to call him. Whee!
Which reminds me. I've been single for almost a year now. I want a boyfriend. Waaah! *wails*
The interviewers were pleasant enough. Much better than the TP ones. Bah. I did contradict myself quite a bit but fortunately, they didn't follow up on it.When they asked me why I'd make a good journalist, I told them I was a nosey parker [?]. Gee. Oh bloody hell, I wish I could turn back time. I'd give all the correct answers then.
I then went home all by my lonesome but got stopped by 3 guys who were selling some donation tickets. I was a little hesitant at first but the Chinese guy who was trying to sell it to me was so darn cute, I couldn't resist. Then he asked me if I was looking for a job 'cos he was looking for people to become outdoor sales people. Then his friends squabbled because they wanted me to be under their teams. Finally, I took the cute guy's number and promised to call him. Whee!
Which reminds me. I've been single for almost a year now. I want a boyfriend. Waaah! *wails*
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Oh for fuck's sake, grow up and act like the 23 year old you're supposed to be.
What does a girl do when she gets a pus-infected-pimple on the eve of an important interview? She puts Colgate on it, that's what.
Joline you big-bosomed-lusty-wench, at times like these, I realise how much I love you. Thanks for being there for me despite me being a total shit at times. And I hope we'll still be friends even when we're two old hags with sagging boobs that sweep the floor as we walk. I love you to bits. And I love your bits too. Wahahaha!
Must tweeze eyebrows. I don't dare do it myself 'cos I tend to overpluck it but I really can't take it anymore. It's growing so long and so fast! At this rate I'll be blind by June. And I have that important Mass Comm interview tomorrow. They won't let me in what with me resembling an orangutan and all.
Hope I don't put my foot in my mouth like I did during the Visual Comm interview. Read Nadia's blog. Her interviewer sounds like a nightmare. Hope I don't get him. But knowing my luck, I probably will. Hoo boy.
I feel positively queasy. Help.
Joline you big-bosomed-lusty-wench, at times like these, I realise how much I love you. Thanks for being there for me despite me being a total shit at times. And I hope we'll still be friends even when we're two old hags with sagging boobs that sweep the floor as we walk. I love you to bits. And I love your bits too. Wahahaha!
Must tweeze eyebrows. I don't dare do it myself 'cos I tend to overpluck it but I really can't take it anymore. It's growing so long and so fast! At this rate I'll be blind by June. And I have that important Mass Comm interview tomorrow. They won't let me in what with me resembling an orangutan and all.
Hope I don't put my foot in my mouth like I did during the Visual Comm interview. Read Nadia's blog. Her interviewer sounds like a nightmare. Hope I don't get him. But knowing my luck, I probably will. Hoo boy.
I feel positively queasy. Help.
Saturday, March 27, 2004
I haven't a single thing to blog about.
But I do have something to say. I might love you but I would never ask you to sacrifice something like that for me. Which is why I'm going to go ahead with it. I hope you'll understand.
But I do have something to say. I might love you but I would never ask you to sacrifice something like that for me. Which is why I'm going to go ahead with it. I hope you'll understand.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
I hate it that you have to lie about which school I came from. I hate it that you think my school isn't worthy. I hate it when you compare me to your friends's children. But most of all, I'm hurt by the fact that you've been looking down on me all this while.
When exactly did you cultivate this elitist mindset? I might not have come from a prestigious school like TKGS like you did but I loved my time in Bedok Town and if given the chance, I'd willingly do it all over again. At least I came out with my own achievements - something I might not have been able to do elsewhere.
I'm sorry I didn't get 9 points like your fat bastard of a boyfriend's unusually accomplished son or come from RI like he did. I'm sorry I can't go to JC like your SPG girlfriend's daughter can. And I'm sorry my grades weren't good enough for you.
But most of all, I'm sorry that I've deprived you of the ability to boast about my results over a cup of tea with your snobby socialite friends.
When exactly did you cultivate this elitist mindset? I might not have come from a prestigious school like TKGS like you did but I loved my time in Bedok Town and if given the chance, I'd willingly do it all over again. At least I came out with my own achievements - something I might not have been able to do elsewhere.
I'm sorry I didn't get 9 points like your fat bastard of a boyfriend's unusually accomplished son or come from RI like he did. I'm sorry I can't go to JC like your SPG girlfriend's daughter can. And I'm sorry my grades weren't good enough for you.
But most of all, I'm sorry that I've deprived you of the ability to boast about my results over a cup of tea with your snobby socialite friends.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
I've got that Do you wanna dance song by Mya in my head. So much so that it's almost become an obsession for me to find it on the internet. But those stupid music bots on IRC only seem to stock songs that ah bengs would want. Grr... I did find it though on someone else's blog. I just hope she doesn't get sick of it just yet and changes it. Yes yes, tres pathetique but I have to be miserly with my money especially at times like these.
I was so tired of my split ends that I followed my mom to the hairdresser. I instructed her to trim my hair only but my split ends were worse than I thought and she ended up cropping my hair much much shorter than expected. Now it's shoulder length and layered so it looks a bit like a bob. *weeps* I look like an effing school girl! There goes the dream of going clubbing this year. :'(
I didn't go to school today because the whole family woke up late. I'm still convinced it's a devious scheme cooked up by Hakim so he could miss school. Bloody hell. But I gladly went back to bed because I was so tired. Sorry I couldn't meet you today Iqbal. Another day yeah? :)
I need money. And a boyfriend. :'(
I was so tired of my split ends that I followed my mom to the hairdresser. I instructed her to trim my hair only but my split ends were worse than I thought and she ended up cropping my hair much much shorter than expected. Now it's shoulder length and layered so it looks a bit like a bob. *weeps* I look like an effing school girl! There goes the dream of going clubbing this year. :'(
I didn't go to school today because the whole family woke up late. I'm still convinced it's a devious scheme cooked up by Hakim so he could miss school. Bloody hell. But I gladly went back to bed because I was so tired. Sorry I couldn't meet you today Iqbal. Another day yeah? :)
I need money. And a boyfriend. :'(
Monday, March 22, 2004
And I see you standing there, wanting more from me, and all I can do is try...
I went to Millennia Institute Bartley Campus today. I'll be going through the Orientation process for the next 4 days. I don't really know what to say about it. It's almost exactly like being back in Bedok Town but I'm not quite sure I can endure that for the next 3 years.
The uniform is nice though - light blue and it looks alot like TPJC's. The amenities were a little lacking but the atmosphere is rather cosy, what with it being so small and all. I heard horror stories about the food that the canteen serves so I'm not even going to try.
I made quite a few friends. Of course, I had the upper hand in the situation because I was with 4 other people from my school. Oh, we had mass dance today. My partner is a short, rather stocky guy in a tight t-shirt who sweats and talks alot. He is quite funny though. We'll be dancing to Marc Anthony's 'I need to know'. Such fun! *claps hands gleefully*
One bad thing is that my cohort seems to comprise of alot of malay girls. Not that there's anything wrong with that but all of them are so small, thin and petite. I feel like Gulliver among the Liliputans. I'm just scared that the PE Master is going to take one look at me and recruit me into the TAF Club. *shudders*
And I know alot of you are wondering what the hell is going on. I've decided to stay in pre-u and have a look around the school and see whether it's suitable for me. It doesn't feel fair to judge a school on other people's presumptions. Don't worry. I haven't given up Visual Comm just yet and I'm hoping to be interviewed for Mass Comm this Friday. :)
And yes, you're right. I am exploiting all these schools. =D
I went to Millennia Institute Bartley Campus today. I'll be going through the Orientation process for the next 4 days. I don't really know what to say about it. It's almost exactly like being back in Bedok Town but I'm not quite sure I can endure that for the next 3 years.
The uniform is nice though - light blue and it looks alot like TPJC's. The amenities were a little lacking but the atmosphere is rather cosy, what with it being so small and all. I heard horror stories about the food that the canteen serves so I'm not even going to try.
I made quite a few friends. Of course, I had the upper hand in the situation because I was with 4 other people from my school. Oh, we had mass dance today. My partner is a short, rather stocky guy in a tight t-shirt who sweats and talks alot. He is quite funny though. We'll be dancing to Marc Anthony's 'I need to know'. Such fun! *claps hands gleefully*
One bad thing is that my cohort seems to comprise of alot of malay girls. Not that there's anything wrong with that but all of them are so small, thin and petite. I feel like Gulliver among the Liliputans. I'm just scared that the PE Master is going to take one look at me and recruit me into the TAF Club. *shudders*
And I know alot of you are wondering what the hell is going on. I've decided to stay in pre-u and have a look around the school and see whether it's suitable for me. It doesn't feel fair to judge a school on other people's presumptions. Don't worry. I haven't given up Visual Comm just yet and I'm hoping to be interviewed for Mass Comm this Friday. :)
And yes, you're right. I am exploiting all these schools. =D
Saturday, March 20, 2004
After 3 weeks of stomach-churning anxiety, they finally reveal the postings.
I've been posted to Millenia Institute, Bartley Campus's Arts course. However, I've also gained admission for TP's Visual Communication and hoping to get into NP's Mass Communication.
How now, brown cow?
Again, everybody is telling me what to do, where to go, which to pick. I don't want to seem disrespectful or ungracious so I listen to their lectures. And I have to admit that they do have a point.
Pre-U's success rate does seem pretty dismal. Only 1 in 3 make it to University after their 'A' Levels. To make it to the U after poly seems even harder. I'd have to be in the top 10% of my course which seems almost impossible.
I feel like tearing my hair out and screaming at the top of my lungs or curling up into a ball and bawling my eyes out.
Please God, give me a sign. And soon.
I've been posted to Millenia Institute, Bartley Campus's Arts course. However, I've also gained admission for TP's Visual Communication and hoping to get into NP's Mass Communication.
How now, brown cow?
Again, everybody is telling me what to do, where to go, which to pick. I don't want to seem disrespectful or ungracious so I listen to their lectures. And I have to admit that they do have a point.
Pre-U's success rate does seem pretty dismal. Only 1 in 3 make it to University after their 'A' Levels. To make it to the U after poly seems even harder. I'd have to be in the top 10% of my course which seems almost impossible.
I feel like tearing my hair out and screaming at the top of my lungs or curling up into a ball and bawling my eyes out.
Please God, give me a sign. And soon.
Saturday, March 13, 2004
On a lighter note, I met two other bloggers this week. Syahrul and Firdaus.
I met Syahrul while going jogging with Yong ming. Err... Wait, scratch that. Strolling more like. I don't know why but I take ten minutes to recover after jogging for about 2 minutes. Weak, I know. Anyway, I saw this guy wearing a hairband running past me and caught a glimpse of his face. I shouted after him but he was panting (with exhaustion, silly) too hard to answer me. By the way syah, you look really groovy in a hair band. ;)
I met Firdaus to go catch Dirty Dancing 2 and came late. As usual. But poor Fir missed 5 minutes of the show whilst waiting for me. Dirty dancing is really cool. You guys should watch it. (By the way, Javier Suarez is mine. You ladies stay away, understand?) The err... appointment went pretty well. Fir was too sarcastic though and me in my usual dazed state couldn't quite keep up. Maybe there was something in the coke. Anyway fir, thank you for that lovely evening. :)
Havent much time. Just came back after going for the Mass Communication Written Test. Yes, I got shortlisted! Woohoo! Anyway, here're some pics for you guys.
By the way I miss all of you sooo much...
I met Syahrul while going jogging with Yong ming. Err... Wait, scratch that. Strolling more like. I don't know why but I take ten minutes to recover after jogging for about 2 minutes. Weak, I know. Anyway, I saw this guy wearing a hairband running past me and caught a glimpse of his face. I shouted after him but he was panting (with exhaustion, silly) too hard to answer me. By the way syah, you look really groovy in a hair band. ;)
I met Firdaus to go catch Dirty Dancing 2 and came late. As usual. But poor Fir missed 5 minutes of the show whilst waiting for me. Dirty dancing is really cool. You guys should watch it. (By the way, Javier Suarez is mine. You ladies stay away, understand?) The err... appointment went pretty well. Fir was too sarcastic though and me in my usual dazed state couldn't quite keep up. Maybe there was something in the coke. Anyway fir, thank you for that lovely evening. :)
Havent much time. Just came back after going for the Mass Communication Written Test. Yes, I got shortlisted! Woohoo! Anyway, here're some pics for you guys.
By the way I miss all of you sooo much...
I'm starting to see the cracks in my idols - the people I've aspired to be my whole life. It's extremely demoralising to realise that they're mortal, just like me. It's not their fault of course. They never claimed to be perfect.
I've just been so jaded by everything around me. I've completely lost my motivation to be a teacher. Everybody is telling me what to do and what not to do. How I should apply for JC and not pre-u. How pre-u is full of hooligans. How people from polytechnics don't do well. How I'll be mixing around in the wrong crowd.
Well, you know what? Fuck you, you and you. I am not eligible for JC and I am not going to get down on my knees like a damn dog and beg them to take me in. It just so happens I quite like my results. I'm not going to pull strings just so I can get into a JC. If I do enter, it'll be through my own achievements and not any other way.
And yes, I do want to be a teacher. An English teacher, damnit. Not art. Art is only a hobby. I could probably learn how to draw and everything but I don't have the passion for it. Doodling is not a talent. Just because you think that I'm the most like you does not mean I am you.
Frankly, I really don't give a damn anymore. Let the MOE post me to wherever they want to. That way, it'll be taken out of my hands and I won't need to answer to anyone. Yes, I am taking the coward's route but I've grown weary of fighting everyone.
I hope you're happy now.
I've just been so jaded by everything around me. I've completely lost my motivation to be a teacher. Everybody is telling me what to do and what not to do. How I should apply for JC and not pre-u. How pre-u is full of hooligans. How people from polytechnics don't do well. How I'll be mixing around in the wrong crowd.
Well, you know what? Fuck you, you and you. I am not eligible for JC and I am not going to get down on my knees like a damn dog and beg them to take me in. It just so happens I quite like my results. I'm not going to pull strings just so I can get into a JC. If I do enter, it'll be through my own achievements and not any other way.
And yes, I do want to be a teacher. An English teacher, damnit. Not art. Art is only a hobby. I could probably learn how to draw and everything but I don't have the passion for it. Doodling is not a talent. Just because you think that I'm the most like you does not mean I am you.
Frankly, I really don't give a damn anymore. Let the MOE post me to wherever they want to. That way, it'll be taken out of my hands and I won't need to answer to anyone. Yes, I am taking the coward's route but I've grown weary of fighting everyone.
I hope you're happy now.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Interview With A Lecturer
Yesterday must have been one of the worst days of my life. Yong Ming and I went to Temasek Poly in the afternoon. He to apply for JAE and me to go apply for visual comm. Whats Visual Comm? Oh, only one of the hardest courses to get into. It only takes in about 75 people per intake, the cut off point is 12 and you need to go for a drawing test and an interview.
I went to apply and they told me to wait while they did god-knows-what with my application. Then they started calling out the names of the candidates who got shortlisted. So I had to go for the drawing test and the interview even though I was completely unprepared. I'd initially thought I could just apply and then leave but nooo. Anyway, back to the point. The drawing test went well enough I think. The interview however, was utter hell.
My interviewer started off by asking me questions like, "Are there any buildings out there which you like? Why do you like it? Do you know who the architect is? Name a painter you like. Why do you like him?" That completely threw me off guard. I thought it would just be questions asking me how I heard about the course that kind of thing. And so I muddled my way through it as best as I could, wishing the ground could swallow me up. When he asked me why I liked the Petronas Twin Towers, I replied, "The way the lights are strategically placed just light up the towers, especially at night. It's also very graceful and elegant. The symmetry and everything.." Have no idea what I'm talking about? Good. Neither do I. And apparently, neither did my interviewer. He muttered, "So basically, all you've given me are words similar to the word 'nice'?"
Obviously the interview did not go well. They asked me to return today and show them my portfolio. And so I spent the entire morning consolidating what little I had to make up a last-minute portfolio. Rushed to school to collect my "O" Level panels and rushed to TP with only 15 minutes to spare.
I have to praise Syahrul for his limitless patience though. I messaged him, demanding him to fetch me from the sports complex because I got lost. And then I bullied him into carrying my portfolio for me even though it was quite heavy and it was drizzling. And all the way to the design school, I lectured him on not being a gentleman and for wearing slippers to school. Haha. And this would be the first time I've met him.
Apparently, he couldn't wait to be rid of me (hey, who wouldn't?) and left when I went into the room for the interview. I couldn't help noticing though that he was eyeing the girl next to me. Syah, syah. *shakes head*
The interview this time went pretty well unlike yesterday's one. The lecturers didn't intimidate me as much and at least I was prepared. And yes, I GOT IN! Woooo! *bounces around happily*
Then I messaged Syah, asked him to pick me up again and he was sweet enough to send me all the way to the bus stop and wait till my bus arrived. He got his revenge then though. He made fun of me for getting lost and not being able to carry my own portfolio. But it's okay. I poked fun at his hairy legs. Wahahaha.
All in all, today was a pretty good day. *beams happily* Oh god, I'm so tired. Can't believe I lasted on only 3 hours of rest. Must... sleep... now...
Yesterday must have been one of the worst days of my life. Yong Ming and I went to Temasek Poly in the afternoon. He to apply for JAE and me to go apply for visual comm. Whats Visual Comm? Oh, only one of the hardest courses to get into. It only takes in about 75 people per intake, the cut off point is 12 and you need to go for a drawing test and an interview.
I went to apply and they told me to wait while they did god-knows-what with my application. Then they started calling out the names of the candidates who got shortlisted. So I had to go for the drawing test and the interview even though I was completely unprepared. I'd initially thought I could just apply and then leave but nooo. Anyway, back to the point. The drawing test went well enough I think. The interview however, was utter hell.
My interviewer started off by asking me questions like, "Are there any buildings out there which you like? Why do you like it? Do you know who the architect is? Name a painter you like. Why do you like him?" That completely threw me off guard. I thought it would just be questions asking me how I heard about the course that kind of thing. And so I muddled my way through it as best as I could, wishing the ground could swallow me up. When he asked me why I liked the Petronas Twin Towers, I replied, "The way the lights are strategically placed just light up the towers, especially at night. It's also very graceful and elegant. The symmetry and everything.." Have no idea what I'm talking about? Good. Neither do I. And apparently, neither did my interviewer. He muttered, "So basically, all you've given me are words similar to the word 'nice'?"
Obviously the interview did not go well. They asked me to return today and show them my portfolio. And so I spent the entire morning consolidating what little I had to make up a last-minute portfolio. Rushed to school to collect my "O" Level panels and rushed to TP with only 15 minutes to spare.
I have to praise Syahrul for his limitless patience though. I messaged him, demanding him to fetch me from the sports complex because I got lost. And then I bullied him into carrying my portfolio for me even though it was quite heavy and it was drizzling. And all the way to the design school, I lectured him on not being a gentleman and for wearing slippers to school. Haha. And this would be the first time I've met him.
Apparently, he couldn't wait to be rid of me (hey, who wouldn't?) and left when I went into the room for the interview. I couldn't help noticing though that he was eyeing the girl next to me. Syah, syah. *shakes head*
The interview this time went pretty well unlike yesterday's one. The lecturers didn't intimidate me as much and at least I was prepared. And yes, I GOT IN! Woooo! *bounces around happily*
Then I messaged Syah, asked him to pick me up again and he was sweet enough to send me all the way to the bus stop and wait till my bus arrived. He got his revenge then though. He made fun of me for getting lost and not being able to carry my own portfolio. But it's okay. I poked fun at his hairy legs. Wahahaha.
All in all, today was a pretty good day. *beams happily* Oh god, I'm so tired. Can't believe I lasted on only 3 hours of rest. Must... sleep... now...
Monday, March 01, 2004
Finally I get to use a computer. But good news, Daddy promises that our computer will be righted by this week. *beams*
When I got to school on Friday, my nerves were killing me. I was the first one to start crying even though we hadn't even received our results. When the principal got up on stage and started adressing us in grave and sombre tones, I started blubbering even more.
You see, my school didn't do so well. Only about 90% of the sec 4 express passed English, 98% passed maths, 67% passed combined humanities, 80% passed combined science, 60% passed art and 50% passed food and nutrition.
And of course for the extremely paranoid like me, I started thinking the worst and thought I'd failed pretty much everything. So by the time my teacher called me up to receive my results, I was already bawling my eyes out. My teacher took one look at me and said "Relax, relax, you passed your maths and science."
I was so happy that I started crying even more.
I'd gotten the only A1 in English and A2 in Art in my school. But that's where it goes downhill. I got B4 for both my malay and fnn and C6s for maths and science. Considering, however, that the only time I studied for Chemistry in the whole year was the day before my O levels, I don't think that's too bad. Oh, I did fail humanities though. D7. But I studied like mad for my Social Studies! How could that happen? :(
Yes, I realise that my results weren't so good. It's pretty mediocre actually and I know that I could have done better. But I am so, so grateful that at least I passed six subjects. I might not be able to go to JC but at least I can go to pre u, and pretty much alot of other courses in poly. Just as long as I become an English teacher.
Right now, I haven't decided where exactly to go. I'm considering pre u but many people are against it. There aren't many courses in poly which I feel are relevant to becoming an English teacher either. I'm in a dilemma and I know I should choose the option which I feel is best for me but I can't help taking their advice seriously either.
Argh. And I only have till wednesday to submit my application. Help!
When I got to school on Friday, my nerves were killing me. I was the first one to start crying even though we hadn't even received our results. When the principal got up on stage and started adressing us in grave and sombre tones, I started blubbering even more.
You see, my school didn't do so well. Only about 90% of the sec 4 express passed English, 98% passed maths, 67% passed combined humanities, 80% passed combined science, 60% passed art and 50% passed food and nutrition.
And of course for the extremely paranoid like me, I started thinking the worst and thought I'd failed pretty much everything. So by the time my teacher called me up to receive my results, I was already bawling my eyes out. My teacher took one look at me and said "Relax, relax, you passed your maths and science."
I was so happy that I started crying even more.
I'd gotten the only A1 in English and A2 in Art in my school. But that's where it goes downhill. I got B4 for both my malay and fnn and C6s for maths and science. Considering, however, that the only time I studied for Chemistry in the whole year was the day before my O levels, I don't think that's too bad. Oh, I did fail humanities though. D7. But I studied like mad for my Social Studies! How could that happen? :(
Yes, I realise that my results weren't so good. It's pretty mediocre actually and I know that I could have done better. But I am so, so grateful that at least I passed six subjects. I might not be able to go to JC but at least I can go to pre u, and pretty much alot of other courses in poly. Just as long as I become an English teacher.
Right now, I haven't decided where exactly to go. I'm considering pre u but many people are against it. There aren't many courses in poly which I feel are relevant to becoming an English teacher either. I'm in a dilemma and I know I should choose the option which I feel is best for me but I can't help taking their advice seriously either.
Argh. And I only have till wednesday to submit my application. Help!