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Saturday, May 27, 2006
10:27 AM
I'm home from PTC. And I'm feeling super unwell. BOO. But I'm not having fever! Why? :(
Okay, PTC wasn't so bad. Mrs Seah said that I'm a very intelligent girl and that if I work hard on my weaker subjects, I'll be able to make it. That's what all my teachers said lah! But I really can't get things into my head. Sorry to disappoint you people. I'll try harder, I promise.
Results:-
English: B3
Chinese: B3
Maths: C6
Science C6
Geog: B4
Hist: E8
Lit: B4
Okay, so I failed one subject, but it's still as bad okay. I don't have any A's. I'm gonna work hard! I am! Renee, let's work hard together. (:
And I totally hate my dad please. He doesn't care about me. He doesn't give me allowance, he doesn't put me in tuitions, he doesn't buy me things when I really need it most. It's always been my mum. But when something bad happens, he talks the most. Irresponsible father. I showed him attitude lah. I think my mum agrees. Cos I told her about it, she didn't say anything much. But both of them nag nag nag nag nag lah. My face was like -.-zzz.
Okay, I'm off now. (: Don't miss me please. I don't think I can blog as much already.