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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Monday, June 30, 2008
Crap crappity crap crap.
Tomorrow's MT oral. MALAY, of which I have extremely poor command of. So poor that the teacher actually seems to pity me. And yeah, it's O LEVEL ORAL EXAMINATION. Which is like a percentage of the actual O LEVEL EXAM. Which is going to be PART OF MY L1R5 to get into JC. Which is like the KEY to U. Which is like the place that affects my FUTURE.
And with all that, I'm still not prepared.
Apparently, I am 'cacat-ed' (a.k.a. handicapped), my tongue is supposedly short. Either that or I don't open my mouth wide enough to pronounce the ridiculous r's. So.... yeah. And with all that, I'm still not touching my Malay books.
They better not ask me on the type of music loved by teenagers nowadays or the reason why skirts are geting shorter or I'll shoot myself. After shooting the examiner, of course. Believe me, ask me again in plain English and I'd be fine; ask me in Malay give me an English-Malay dictionary, an electronic translator and I'll get back to you in a month.
7:45 PM
Monday, June 30, 2008
Crap crappity crap crap.
Tomorrow's MT oral. MALAY, of which I have extremely poor command of. So poor that the teacher actually seems to pity me. And yeah, it's O LEVEL ORAL EXAMINATION. Which is like a percentage of the actual O LEVEL EXAM. Which is going to be PART OF MY L1R5 to get into JC. Which is like the KEY to U. Which is like the place that affects my FUTURE.
And with all that, I'm still not prepared.
Apparently, I am 'cacat-ed' (a.k.a. handicapped), my tongue is supposedly short. Either that or I don't open my mouth wide enough to pronounce the ridiculous r's. So.... yeah. And with all that, I'm still not touching my Malay books.
They better not ask me on the type of music loved by teenagers nowadays or the reason why skirts are geting shorter or I'll shoot myself. After shooting the examiner, of course. Believe me, ask me again in plain English and I'd be fine; ask me in Malay give me an English-Malay dictionary, an electronic translator and I'll get back to you in a month.
