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Wednesday, March 01, 2006


truthfully speaking, i dunno whether to laugh or cry at my results.
it's not that bad?but neither is it that good.
the thought of GP just saddens me.
the luck seemed to have gone somewhere else.
well, parents tried to comfort you but they add little words here and there to piss you off.
they think you are so well informed of the uni applications and i'm just functioning like a mobile faq website.
i've got loads of doubts to clarify too. and i'm worried about my future too. though sometimes i look bo chap and all that.
well well, it's time to move on to another stage of life.
and the disappointment will come soon. rejections and all that shit.

i think i was kind of sensitive. but i guess it kind of indirectly tells me, you dont really like me and you wish that i could just leave someone alone.