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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, March 16, 2009
Becca is home.
I'm back in KL. (YES.)
Reached at about 8 something, no thanks to the ridiculous state of the Malaysian immigration centre. It took us like all of three minutes to pass by the Singapore immigration centre and a better part of 57 minutes to get through the Malaysian one. For a distance of less than 10km, we took one hour. And my mum was actually complimenting the traffic condition then.
Usually I don't exactly notice the time taken as I'm either asleep or using my laptop; but this time, stuck in a car with a hyperactive younger cousin brother did little to help pass time by. Especially when he insisted on physically abusing me to relieve his boredom and laugh maniacally at strange time intervals.
I was kinda freaked out and vowed never to stay within four walls with him for more than half an hour ever again.
Previously, when i went back to JB, it was also he who kidnapped my phone and refused to return it until the battery was completely drained. And read through all my messages, eyed all my photos, listened to all my recordings and proceeded to comment on it in the most explicit way possible. 11 year old boys are a pain. Thank God he's not living with me. I'd slit my throat otherwise.
Ah, yes. HMT paper.
It was pathetic, really. The question was so impossibly tricky I didn't realize I was writing out of topic until the very end, of which I was so fed up that I just added a paragraph to tie the essay into the title. It was: Pendidikan yang baik merupakan pengalaman hidup. Bincangkan. Translation: Good education is an experience for life. Discuss.
And all I wrote was the benefits of education.
So yeah, it's kinda obvious that I'm gonna fail.
When Paper 2 came by, I kinda just gave up; did it as fast as I could and resorted to wait out the last 45 mins scribbling on my paper in an attempt to forget the traumatizing test that I had just gone through.
And it really doesn't help that your juniors keep bugging you and insisting you'll do well even though you KNOW you won't because you simply haven't been doing well all the while. I mean, c'mon; Adi got best results for HMT with a B4. That's how pathetic my command of the Malay language is. Waaaay waaay worse than a B4.
A little peek into file check week: ( I passed my EL file to Mr. Chew to put on Mr. Cheng's table.... 0_o)
11:22 PM
Monday, March 16, 2009
Becca is home.
I'm back in KL. (YES.)
Reached at about 8 something, no thanks to the ridiculous state of the Malaysian immigration centre. It took us like all of three minutes to pass by the Singapore immigration centre and a better part of 57 minutes to get through the Malaysian one. For a distance of less than 10km, we took one hour. And my mum was actually complimenting the traffic condition then.
Usually I don't exactly notice the time taken as I'm either asleep or using my laptop; but this time, stuck in a car with a hyperactive younger cousin brother did little to help pass time by. Especially when he insisted on physically abusing me to relieve his boredom and laugh maniacally at strange time intervals.
I was kinda freaked out and vowed never to stay within four walls with him for more than half an hour ever again.
Previously, when i went back to JB, it was also he who kidnapped my phone and refused to return it until the battery was completely drained. And read through all my messages, eyed all my photos, listened to all my recordings and proceeded to comment on it in the most explicit way possible. 11 year old boys are a pain. Thank God he's not living with me. I'd slit my throat otherwise.
Ah, yes. HMT paper.
It was pathetic, really. The question was so impossibly tricky I didn't realize I was writing out of topic until the very end, of which I was so fed up that I just added a paragraph to tie the essay into the title. It was: Pendidikan yang baik merupakan pengalaman hidup. Bincangkan. Translation: Good education is an experience for life. Discuss.
And all I wrote was the benefits of education.
So yeah, it's kinda obvious that I'm gonna fail.
When Paper 2 came by, I kinda just gave up; did it as fast as I could and resorted to wait out the last 45 mins scribbling on my paper in an attempt to forget the traumatizing test that I had just gone through.
And it really doesn't help that your juniors keep bugging you and insisting you'll do well even though you KNOW you won't because you simply haven't been doing well all the while. I mean, c'mon; Adi got best results for HMT with a B4. That's how pathetic my command of the Malay language is. Waaaay waaay worse than a B4.
A little peek into file check week: ( I passed my EL file to Mr. Chew to put on Mr. Cheng's table.... 0_o)
