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Friday, May 26, 2006

"last day" of school.. so fun right? not for me.

went to school this morning.. seriously. wasn't in the mood.. SERIOUS MOOD SWING~!! damn. so i walked into the prefect's room and sat at one corner.. didn't talk much.. just sat there and tried to memorise those phrases for chinese. then friends talked to me. gave really short answers. =x then they left me alone.. until kor came. then i started to cheer up a little..

went to do duty. in the end didn't do. seriously no mood to shout at people. they are just hopeless.. really. guess if they were to think back on the time they've wasted on enjoyment, they would probably regret. sigh.

went to PAC for some talk. really wasn't in the mood to listen. ears-shut off.. i hate to admit the fact that i'm kind of disappointed in my results. i hate to admit not studying hard. i hate reality. it just sucks.

nothing much i wish to elaborate after that. skip to PTI. mum met ms poh. they really had a "great" talk.. let's see. i can see that ms poh is really worried about my results.. =x then mum talked to ms tay. every time they talk, i'll have the urge of crying. they just know me so well.. hmm..

mum had a great talk to me in the taxi, on our way to dinner, and during dinner. i know what is her fears. i know what she is worried about. i guess everyone is worried about the same thing. i guess the only thing to do is the prove everyone that i can do it.. but the next question is, can i? i'm doubting myself.

a long way ahead. a tough route to go.

i really hate to carry on. i feel like just giving up. i wanna it to end! right this moment! right now! i hate myself.

-val.hater-``



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