Got my MT A'level results yesterday. A "D"! No more mother tongue for the rest of my life! :D
Considering how I almost failed my MT promos, I'm as happy as a guy with a $1000 escort (read "whore"). Imagine, struggling over the use of 10000 characters (although I should be able to remember only 500, tops) for most of my childhood. At least it's all over now.
Despite all the hell it has given me, I guess I have to thank the chinese language syllabus for many things, although making me appreciate the chinese language is not one of them.
Those wonderful teachers who had the patience to guide us uninterested anglophones through the numerous essays, comprehensions, tests and examinations that popped up like bouncing betties along this 11 year long journey to nowhere. The friends I've made in tuition classes and in school, when we felt that talking amongst ourselves (in Singlish) is more productive than deciphering any oriental hieroglyphics, by sight or sound. And not to forget the hilarious mistakes made, by accident or otherwise. Despite all these, I'm just glad I shall not have to study this not-so-despicable subject for the rest of my life.
With MT sorted out, I still have my PW results to take care of, and a few more pesky subjects to prepare for, damn...
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