The Chokin Chine

Chinese has been the bane of my existence.

Today, being ACS's Founder's Day, I was invited back to receive an O Level award (number of A1s, blah blah). This celebratory occasion was only marred by a single blemish:

"I DID NOT GET THE SEOW POH LENG MEDALLIST THING!"

The only reason? I did not get 9 A1s. I got a mere 8. Although i voluntarily gave up Higher Chinese and refused to retake my mediocre B3 on the Sec 3 November Chinese paper, there was still a sense of soreness about the utter wastage. Why couldn't they take it based on average siah??

Anyway, after the entire affair, I decided to pop by RJ to see how my Chinese AO results were like.

Once there, i was loitering around in the classroom when Rilong's dreaded phone call arrived:

"C6"

This great sense of inevitability enveloped me, and regardless of the fact that i did not study and absolutely detested Chinese as a language, I somehow expected more.

That C6 report slip refuted everyone who thought i was some RI boy trying to be poser and cool.

WARGH.

P.S: Cheryln, if you're reading this, i'm awaiting your SMS :P Still need your phone number lor..



Buying batteries for my keyboard to... The Chokin' Kind - Joss Stone