The Results Of My KNOWLEDGE
Yesterday on 21/04/08,i got back my
punjabi (mt) mid-year result.while
my teacher were searching my results out of a whole pile of result,i was praying to god because it was my first time doing an express punjabi paper.When she found my results,i was so scare n i was like no no no i do not want to see it,But then my mum told me that i got 70%,i was a little bit happy and a little bit sad because last year i got 79% for the normal academic mt paper and i was like hopping to get A1 for mt ,but then after 20 mins,i started to tell myself ,i must get 80% for mt in the end of year examination. Later,my mum showed my result and my bro result to my aunty who is also a mt teacher at bedok centre.Basically the mt school in singapore is divided into three centre such as khalsa which will be toa payoh,clementi and last but not least bedok.Okay back to the what i was saying,my aunt said that this year i and my bro got A2 for mt and she also ask me to work even harder as i have the potenial to get even better results.When i heard that i was quite happy and from then on i told myself that i must get even better results for mt.Today was a normal day for me as nothing exciting had happen.Hey guys do u know that today was the first time in this year i actually felt asleep in class during english lesson.But i manage to force myself to be awake.Today during maths lesson was quite fun actually because mr ong said things that made everbody laugh in the class.But i will not tell u today about the thing he had said as i got to do my homework.So i will be ending my post with a poem about friendship.Dear Friend,When to the session of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end. By William Shakespeare
3:25 PM
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
&& i think of u every night~
