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Monday, January 12, 2009

so i reckon i did better this time than i did last year. with the results as follow.
english: B4
mathe: C6
history: B3
combine humanities: C6
and i failed science this time. but on the thought that i could combine cert. im very much happy.

now i gta struggle with the courses. dont think ive got much choices left considering last year's cut off point. tsktsktsk. *slap self*

im confused enough already. and mum is whinning about EVERYTHING. FUCK. nagging about rp. she hates that school, i obviously know why. but still if im left with no choice i still hafta go there.

darn i wna cry. honestly i was expecting smth much better. but results were like shit. dont know why. i gave the best of my efforts. now i dont know whether to laugh or cry. sick piece of shit.

studying was never my forte. if my mom allows i wouldnt even have redo my o's. moreover im already used to my current lifestyle with no means of wanting to do anything else to it. i dont feel like going back to school.

tears are flowing like the waterfall in victoria heights.

i wish the society wasnt so realistic.

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