It's Tuesday, 2 days after my IETLS test; 5 days after a short trip from K.K.. Recalling the day of the test, the whole day appeared to be a quirk of fate. Firstly, I met Ka Mann, a good friend of mine during my days in I.S. To both of our surprise, we took the IELTS test on the same day. The distinct: she showed by her guise but I acted naturally, though I knew it kinda startled me too. I seemed to screwed-up the middle part of parts which gave me a hard time, here I'm referring to the Reading as well as the Speaking. Writing turned out to be the smoothest, followed by listening which in the middle again I slipped a little bit; I had a hard time with the later part in Reading, but managed to sort out on the hardest and missed some checking time on the middle, and as for speaking, the horrifying part of all, drenched me into the ditch at the impromptu part as well. I halted for several seconds, tongue-tied in describing concretely about the recent photograph which I had seen and reason to like it. Again, fate played prank on me. The examiner was MDM Angie Chau, my former IS English Teacher whom had ranked me at a 5.5 band score on speaking just one year then. After the test, I'm not so in the mood. The pouring outside added more to my distress. But Ing Ni is always the one who stand-up quickly after a fall. I recollected the scene during the examination, and Rain's performance in Speed Racer( his demand of English). Yeah, maybe it's true I'll feel down after the result is released, nevertheless, I'll fared more better..We'll see.
This is my new hair style which Mum kept nagging for the entire yesterday morning. She whined about the colour, where she thought 'unhealthy', and reckoned the cutting as 'a primary 3 student hairstyle': an utter obsolete. Well, I don't think it's that bad after all, at least I'm satisfied at that instant when I had finished the other day. Mum kept complaining of the "run-of-the-mill" shape, keep grudging the reason why Maggie(the hairdresser) didn't give me a layer cut on the back. I'm speechless. I didn't ever think of her response would turn out to be like that. Switching to dad, for the first time I saw an 'afresh' look on his face. He gave me credit, which I appreciated so much, so do Brenda. She said that I looked more energetic and lusty comparable to the last one. Actually, deep in my heart, I THINK SO.=) Mainly because it is a new try, for both the colour and the style.
Behind me was my first car, a faded golden My-Vi, where I love so much and much reluctant to let it go. Instead to address it as 'IT', I think it will be more decent to pronounce it as 'HE'. He was the ONLY ONE who BELONGED to me in the past three years, I spent my awesome, frustrating, sad, depressed time with him. He was such a gorgeous company back then. Recollecting, I crashed his body during the first year, the second on the subsequent month, all because of my reckless attitude. The first damage: 15th of October 2005, a month a little more after he had been brought to me, the young and careless master. Since then, he has played his role well. My alternative limbs which brought me to anywhere I wished, and a loyal friend whom I could rely on, cry to. I named him 980, same as the plat number issued to us from the Transportation Department. 980, a much meaningful number to me. =)
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