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Tuesday, June 05, 2007

i practically submitted my resume to every job available.
so loserish, i just felt that no one wants me.

tuition jobs were worse!
looking at others' grades makes me regret for not studying well in the past.
there are loads of 4As and i-dunno-how-many A1s. rahhhhh.
market spoilers.

bleahh.
i feel like being a recept for tuition centres. haha. madness.

and looking at my cap, i dont even feel like studying anymore.