Thursday, September 3, 2009
This is too much. I cant take it anymore. My father realli dun understand. He cant even appreciate. He juz take a look at the damn MSG and thats it. Condemn mi to the 18th levels in hell. I actually improve in the other subjects but I scored badly in my infocomm because:
1) Nobody helped mi to cheat. Its so obvious a lot of ppl are cheating and sharin answers...
2) Mr Yong told mi personally that no matter how many times I take the test again and again, he will take the highest marks. My highest is 14 but when I redo, I got 12 and dats 1 grade lower. He took the lower mark.
3) Yu Siang went to see him personally for re-test and he was given the choice. He took the re-test and got A1. From Fail to A1. I failed too but I wasnt given a choice!!! Furthermore, the questions are the same for the re-test and the answers were already been went through. If I can take the re-test, I will get A1 for sure.
FOR SURE. Who in hell will not know the answers when u hav been told juz a day ago?! Dat person muz been a retard or wat.
I felt sooo cheated. I am beginnin to hate my father a lot. I always knew he is too practical but ya, he is juz too practical. I am sooo emo and stress up already coz everything I done screwed up. I knew they were even more stressed than mi bcoz of the family problems and lik it or not. I am part of the family and
I can feel the stress too. They, as a parent, are definitely not helpin to relieve the tension. When I got good grades, they want better. When I got bad grades, they also want better. When I maintained my standard, they also want better. I seriously tink that wat they wan is onli damn impressive results. I noe I am damn slack and I always always spent a lot of time bloggin. I realli nid a platform to vent my angers and frustration!!! No offence but as the old sayin goes,
龙生龙，凤生凤，老鼠生的儿子会打洞。My parents were not
1) Wealthy. No tuitions. No extra classes. No enrichment.
2) Well educated. They dun get veri good qualifications.
3) High status. My mother is a housewife. My father is a worker.
Dun say I hav no ambitions or wat. I am
sickkk already. Dun tink my life would be some fairytale with a poor family den I work veri hard and be one of the richest in the world. I am realli freakin SICK of the fairytale. I wan a ordinary life even if I die young. I
dun wan some miracle-man story. Enough is enough.
As I said, I am realli pent up with every negative emotions le and I
still hav to smile to show a brave front during trainin, at home, with my frens. I realli wan to smack that ugly smile of my freakin face and giv myself tight slaps. Forget it. Nvm. Juz let mi deflated myself until I can vent no more and rant no more.
Juz let mi die and wallow in my self-pity. Okay, lets talk abt happy stuff. My poem analysis gt A1 and its photocopied to the whole class. Miss Lim said Joshua and Derrick is better than mine. Joshua's was not printed coz its too profound and Derrick's was not printed coz its too light and cant be seen clearly when photocopied. Dats the onli happy news I got and I juz spoiled it by sayin my is the reserved of the reserved.
Simpler and darker ink. Damn life.
Zong at 8:39 PM