Its all too familiar. Walking out of an examination hall and thinking.... "fuck 3 hour papers, i'm fucking starving!!"
But this is not the point of this post. I just thought I'd like to share my misery and hopefully garner some sympathy and possibly convince people who have the power to speak to god/devil/spirits/minions/trees etc, to GIVE ME ALL THEIR BLOODY LUCK AND CREATE SOME FUCKING MIRACLE NOW!!!!
yea. After all my whining in my 1st year and all hopes and dreams of failing it and returning to Singapore, the tables have turned. I am DYING to pass. I NEED to stay in England. Just when things are moving in the right path...(at least in my imagination), I DONT WANT TO BE BANISHED TO oh-dearest-lion-city. Sigh. Today's paper was pure shit. I need 37 marks to pass. And I cant tell you if I'm confident of that. Last year I had the privilege of a resit, but this year, the following options are available:
1. Retake the exams next summer. (i.e. take a year off and come back for the exams)
2. Be doomed to eternity in Singapore.
3. Sell my soul to the devil.
4. Sell my soul to my father.
Two down, three more to go.
And I'd just like to bitch about people who complain about failing, and then get As. Seriously. Some chick complained to me for god-knows-how-long about how she doesnt understand the "Monetary Union" chapter. And for god-knows-how-long, I havent got a clue which chapter deals with the monetary union. Until 12 hours before my paper, I saw--it's the second last chapter of the entire module. Seriously, she was thinking she's gonna fail cos she missed out the last two chapters!?!? I barely even got through halfway!!! Eventually, after the exam, she asked me how it was, and I said I honestly think I'm gonna fail. And she said, "no la, as long as you wrote something, they wont fail you." SERIOUSLY!?!?!?!?! you dont know what the fuck I wrote in my script, and neither do I. ARGH.
Anyway, he's a little treat for listening to my rants, that is if you got that far.
2008 Britian's Got Talent Winner. The song he used in his dance is now the number one hit on itunes, and on the radio. The British are really quite amusing.
But this is not the point of this post. I just thought I'd like to share my misery and hopefully garner some sympathy and possibly convince people who have the power to speak to god/devil/spirits/minions/trees etc, to GIVE ME ALL THEIR BLOODY LUCK AND CREATE SOME FUCKING MIRACLE NOW!!!!
yea. After all my whining in my 1st year and all hopes and dreams of failing it and returning to Singapore, the tables have turned. I am DYING to pass. I NEED to stay in England. Just when things are moving in the right path...(at least in my imagination), I DONT WANT TO BE BANISHED TO oh-dearest-lion-city. Sigh. Today's paper was pure shit. I need 37 marks to pass. And I cant tell you if I'm confident of that. Last year I had the privilege of a resit, but this year, the following options are available:
1. Retake the exams next summer. (i.e. take a year off and come back for the exams)
2. Be doomed to eternity in Singapore.
3. Sell my soul to the devil.
4. Sell my soul to my father.
Two down, three more to go.
And I'd just like to bitch about people who complain about failing, and then get As. Seriously. Some chick complained to me for god-knows-how-long about how she doesnt understand the "Monetary Union" chapter. And for god-knows-how-long, I havent got a clue which chapter deals with the monetary union. Until 12 hours before my paper, I saw--it's the second last chapter of the entire module. Seriously, she was thinking she's gonna fail cos she missed out the last two chapters!?!? I barely even got through halfway!!! Eventually, after the exam, she asked me how it was, and I said I honestly think I'm gonna fail. And she said, "no la, as long as you wrote something, they wont fail you." SERIOUSLY!?!?!?!?! you dont know what the fuck I wrote in my script, and neither do I. ARGH.
Anyway, he's a little treat for listening to my rants, that is if you got that far.
2008 Britian's Got Talent Winner. The song he used in his dance is now the number one hit on itunes, and on the radio. The British are really quite amusing.
