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Monday, August 21, 2006 8:38 PM

had my O level eng oral exam todae. hmm.. i would say.. i did well for it.. even though i stumbled upon some words.. and pause in between. plus, being the kuku me.. i said the word once.. but found it unable to be continued.. and so, i went back and said the whole sentence again. from the beginning till the end, i repeated for abt more than.. 4 times? i was simply too nervous.. and i actually noe how to pronounce one particular word.. and guess wad? my so-called calmness took away my ability to read the word correctly. at that time, i juz wanna faint sia. i shan't mention who r the ppl.. but they did take a very long time inside the room, making me even more nervous.. and EAGER TO GO HOME.

im juz glad that this time round, i din screwed up the whole thing. if not.. i can really go and kill myself. there r some ppl who r strong in eng, but i ain't gg to be influenced by them.. even if they speak fluently or can score very well.. who cares? all i noe is that.. i have put in my best effort.. and dats truly.. enuff for me.

the examiners weren't that strict.. at least thru out the whole session.. they din display that-kind-of face.. phew ~ but one sad thing was.. they asked abt my grandparents. i was like.. god, how am i supposed to talk abt this.. i mean, they r not ard already. i guess she was being understanding.. so she asked abt my grandma.. abt whether or not i was close to her. man.. SHE HAD HIT THE SPOT. i got tons to talk abt that.. but yet, i got to control my emotions. hais ~ and suddenly.. i started to miss them terribly.. even though i got over it..

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Jolene Chen
23 years old
12 September 1988
a temperamental person
likes tweety merchandise, chelsea fc & spicy food
will be very pissed off if people called me stupid & maligning me for things that i didn't do


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