Chu Chu!
Maths paper was hell for me and it was only paper 1!I even had difficulties with the first 10 questions
which was supposed to be easy according to
what my teacher had said but yet I had difficulties! Oh dear...
I can sense that someone is going to piss me off badly again.
"Jolene, the paper very easy! How did you score such miserable grades sia?"
"You never study want ah? This is BASIC leh! BASIC! You really gone case"
If you don't wish to see knives flying your way, you better stfu.
You are the goner, the stupid, the brainless.
I may be bad in maths but I definitely believe that I am better than you in other subjects.
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(I am getting nagged. I got angry! So I am venting out my anger HERE)
I don't know what is wrong with my father.
He claims that I am not studying.
I know it is a little last minute but yet, it is still called studying right?
He sees me opening my books, struggling so hard to study
and of course, wasting a pile of papers just to write my notes.
Isn't that called studying? It is already a miracle that I would
automatically open up my books, sit at a corner and study for 2 hours.
And worst of all, he says that I am only dreaming instead of studying.
I placed in all my efforts, struggling to learn okay!?
And for goodness sake, he doesn't even allow me to study outside!?
Like hello! Look at the state that my house is in now -.-"
Who would want to study at home whereby the mother screams 24/7,
the father watches DVDs 24/7, blasting the volume of the television and worst of all
MY ROOM HAS NO ROOM! No privacy, No quiet place to learn.
I bet nobody would be able to study in such environment!
Whatever, enough of my rantings. I hope my dad reads this.
Hi! My name is Jolene and I come from Singapore (that little red dot on the world map).
I am currently enrolled in Temasek Polytechnic, pursuing my diploma in Mobile & Wireless networking.
I have major obsession with Hello Kitty (yes, the kitty with yellow nose and no mouth).
I like pink, flowers and fashion. I do go shopping once in a while to splurge :X. Apart from all these,
I have a pet dog named Cotton, and she is my little precious.
Cotton is suspected to be a cross-breed of maltese and poodle. As of June 2012, Cotton is 1 year and 3 months old.
