the threads in her head

C5 for chinese.

Right. So as you were saying, I was the girl whose english was so bad my mom decided to send me to a speech and drama class? That I could score a 100 marks for chinese? Oh, oh yeah, that was in the pastttt wasn't it.

I feel like laughing. A lot. But nothing is really that funny.

I don't have a flair for language. My ears aren't sensitive to the nuances of sound. I remember. I remember my dad saying church in chinese, "jiaO hui" and I would looked up immediately because I thought he was calling me. I remember never being able to pronounce aunt in hokkien, "ah mm", and kept saying, "ah mu". The day I got the mm sound, they rejoiced. They wow-ed and ooh-ed.
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rarh.
grah!
roooaar.
frustrated lor.

thanks.