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Cheryl Low

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' Clarinetist.
' NYJCian
' 08th Nov '91

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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
GP never fails to make me feel so retarded
definitely at a time like this.
when i'm brainstuck at the GP powerpoint presentation.
i never know how to differentiate a good essay from a bad one
and those which i thought is good, turns out to be a bad one instead.
i've always doubted my english standard,
but i never felt so directionless before.

i thought of how i always bombard mrs lai in the past,
though strict, she's always willing to stay back during recess and answer all my doubts
at least she gives me a direction to work to
and i know that i'm on the right track.

i dont like to compare results,
but i hate the feeling to know that i'm the bottom of the class,
and i know nuts about how to improve it.
i swear i studied for the essay test,
and yet, YET, YET.

went blog hopping to huishan's and winston's blog.
and i am seriously jealous/envious of their command in english.
like what winst say, words just flow to his mind.
and what can i say about my limited vocabulary?!
red marks streaked across my essay,
EXPRESSION, BASELESS ASSERTIONS, SWEEPING STATEMENTS, SUPERFICIAL.
freaking freaking freaking NINETEEN.

try listening to BBC,
try reading the news
i did i did i DID.
but i cant answer those questions that were posted to me!!!

i hate GP, to the maximum.
and i'm making sure that i'll score a freaking A for that freaking subject for A levels,
mark my words.



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