Life is sad when you are the bringer of bad news.
Today is simply a fantastic day. As planned, I went to Bugis to complete my model for our group item, and as expected, I was faced with many unhappy members when I broke the news to them. What is so surprising about having to go back again when no one wants to go back on the last day? If everyone cannot come/refuses to come/cannot be bothered to come, obviously we have to do it another day. Oh well, I am used to unhappy faces of people and showers of complaints already. A few more on my record will not hurt me.
Results day was mildly sad. Well, I did do pretty well for some subjects, I am actually quite content with my results actually. However, the fun began when I decided to tell my mum my results. Instead of telling her all the subjects but Chinese, I foolishly reminded her I took Chinese. Screw, I was so close to secretly dropping Chinese. She might have even forgotten that I ever took that evil subject. Anyway, she got pretty jumpy that I got a less than remarkable 'S'.
"Huh? You failed Chinese? Do you know when your A-level Chinese is? Next year right?"
"Erm...
"You mean you do not even know when your Chinese test is? It is much closer than you think."
"Well, about that..."
"You better use the next few months to fix up your Chinese before you get rejected by society."
"Actually mum, its next week."
For those people living in Singapore, if you heard a faint explosion at about 11PM, 26th October 2009, it was probably my mum exploding into panic rage mode. Thank goodness it did not last too long.
xw 8:33 AM
