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15 august 1995

Thursday, March 24, 2011
Dear time, please slow down. So much to handle, i cant catch up.


And sometimes you just cant comprehend, why you have such feelings.
Or why people do things like that.
Or what you want.
Or what exactly someone feels.

Pretty much insane soon. (:

I sensed how disappointed my dad was with my english results.
F9 for english is obviously a really ridiculous result.
And now i wonder i'll even graduate if my olevel really reflects the same result.
My mum didnt even talk to me about my results. Not at all. And its this that worries me.
PTM tml, I think i might just cry.
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