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Friday, September 28, 2007 3:40 pm

Friday.

I write with a slang, Mrs Wee said.
This is getting worrying because not only do I write with a slang, but I seem to have a tendency to pepper my essays with a tinge of "Americanism". And guess what? The miserable thing is that my O level markers aren't Americans but rather British.
In my 16 years as a human, I have but only three occasions came into close association with the British.
1) The soil that I walk on once belonged to Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth I. (I can't remember the number)
2) The lady who came last year and taught us about expressing ourselves delightfully for Oral. I flopped.
3) British East Company; the brand at Raffles Shopping Centre.

I really don't know what to do about that slang now. All that is around me are all magazines and books that come from Uncle Sam. TIME, John Grisham, Tom Clancy. Really, nothing in my room is remotely British; unless you include the TYS.

There was quite the uproar in class today. An unfortunate someone was sudden risen to become public enemy number 1. I suppose I sort of pity but cannot help but be annoyed by his pompousness and sudden sense of being high and mighty. The look that he is portraying is so strong it hurts my eyes. But I guess he is he after all so I'm keeping mum already. Everybody just wants to be the best...It's only a question of how you reach that pinnacle that's all.

We have finally got back the Prelim 2 results. I am not stating the marks here yet- although a handful know already- but judging by the looks of things...I suppose I might find myself either at Temasek or Victoria. I am rooting for the latter if events go in my way which usually doesn't. =---= I have pretty much erased Saint Andrews from my choices because according to the majority, it seems as though their A level results are still rather far from being worth applauding. I'm being very diplomatic here. But I have got this nagging worry that I might not be able to achieve the same feat of getting the same points as I have done now. The reasons are:
1)Even if the O levels were moderately okay, the benchmark of A1 is going to be ridiculously high.
2)The British markers are famous for being perfectionists and very harsh on mark allocations; especially when it comes to Biology and Chemistry.
All I can do now, is hope for the best and slog like hell. I have to pretty much forgo the trip tomorrow to change my handphone and my voucher is as good as dead already. =__= This just sucks.


this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.