my chinese o level result.
i feel so dejected. i feel so helpless. i feel so usless.
i just want to run away my life. its becoming more hell like. i had put in so much effort, just that i am more intellectually challenged, i get such a result. the wrold doesn't give you back what you deserve.
a terrible b3 i had. the teacher came in during reccess, looking furious. he then shouted in chinese, " you all. this class is the worst class. having four failures and only two distinctions! even j class also did better." upon hearing the news, you could see the faces, dejected, disappointed. some already on the brink of tears. i think, we just held it back. one by one, the class came out, looking at the result, signing it. how i wished, i didn't pick up the pen to sign, to verify. i want to run away from it.
all i needed was a distinction. how difficult could it get. why can;t you guys just give it to me. stupid RI students. how i hope they would just die off, giving us poor folks some chnace in getting better grades. its because of you bastards, you clever bastards that i'm getting these shit results. die.
prelims are in 4 weeks. chinese have to be retaken. whcih means studying for chinese starts agian. more time, so much time wasted on it. i just want to be with the sea now, just the sea waves and me, together with my scuba equipment. just diving. how i wished. now, everyone seeing the grim reality of the o levels. hadn't it been said that it was going to be easy? why. why.
i'm now listening to the song by jay chou, wai po. realised its relating to me. i'm not disappointed because i lost. its because i let my parents down. i just need someone to motivate me. someone that cares and i care for. someone i already wished for. you only need love to understand.
can a person future be really determined by his results? what if he just can't show them. he's dead in the world. the world is just too evil. i want to escape from it all. help me. help me.
evil's the word to describe us. the describe the world. pain is the word to describe the people. make sense? it doesn't.- me
i just want to run away my life. its becoming more hell like. i had put in so much effort, just that i am more intellectually challenged, i get such a result. the wrold doesn't give you back what you deserve.
a terrible b3 i had. the teacher came in during reccess, looking furious. he then shouted in chinese, " you all. this class is the worst class. having four failures and only two distinctions! even j class also did better." upon hearing the news, you could see the faces, dejected, disappointed. some already on the brink of tears. i think, we just held it back. one by one, the class came out, looking at the result, signing it. how i wished, i didn't pick up the pen to sign, to verify. i want to run away from it.
all i needed was a distinction. how difficult could it get. why can;t you guys just give it to me. stupid RI students. how i hope they would just die off, giving us poor folks some chnace in getting better grades. its because of you bastards, you clever bastards that i'm getting these shit results. die.
prelims are in 4 weeks. chinese have to be retaken. whcih means studying for chinese starts agian. more time, so much time wasted on it. i just want to be with the sea now, just the sea waves and me, together with my scuba equipment. just diving. how i wished. now, everyone seeing the grim reality of the o levels. hadn't it been said that it was going to be easy? why. why.
i'm now listening to the song by jay chou, wai po. realised its relating to me. i'm not disappointed because i lost. its because i let my parents down. i just need someone to motivate me. someone that cares and i care for. someone i already wished for. you only need love to understand.
can a person future be really determined by his results? what if he just can't show them. he's dead in the world. the world is just too evil. i want to escape from it all. help me. help me.
evil's the word to describe us. the describe the world. pain is the word to describe the people. make sense? it doesn't.- me
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