I died. That's right. The soul that has been trapped inside me for fourteen years has failed to survive.
Oh my god, whatever happened to me??
Why could I not understand that I was born a mentally retard?
Sigh, that certainly explains why I was practically grieving over the english papers.
Yeah right, my sixth sense, I thought the papers were going to be okay...until I saw Paper 2.
I died right on the spot.
What the hell? The passage did not make any sense, especially the second one. Summary of the passage was a blur ; I was practically fainting and my nails turned white.
On top of all this crap, I am very afraid.
Very afraid that I might...
wtf. Why? Because, I had scored a pathetic 29/50 for the 3rd term's english paper when everyone has scored 30 and above.
The saddest thing to say is that...
I took SIX hours to revise English.
And thought that it was going to be alright.
And what happened in the end?
Sigh, luck is certainly not on my side.
If God is ever going to read this, he shall be sorry. Coz' it ain't fair when a person mugs like hell, and ends up getting worse results than people who don't. That's just NOT fair.
So those people who score better results than me, please do not show it in my face.
The last thing you could ever, ever, attempt to do is to whine and sulk and say that your results are pathetic when you yourself know purely that your results are much better than mine.
Beware, my barks are worse than my bites.
I don't care. I must strive on, despite this major put-down. I must continue the marathon of mugging. I must face the challenge and outbeat the rest. I must revive.
By the way, what the freaking hell.
I have a sudden craving for cuddly wuddly doggie softie toys. Ahem, don't ask me about my age. Maybe I do have an inner child of 3. I really, seriously, truly want to have a collection of lovely, cutie pies as decorative pieces of white elephant. No no, I'd prefer them to be hugged in my icy cold embrace. How evil I am. Hmm...currently thinking of buying them at the Hugs & Kisses shop, or at the Mini Toons shop.
Oh well, how tooty I am. Maybe I'm making up for lost childhood time ; I had wasted it by pestering my mother to buy me Barbies instead.
I want my doggies!
Umm, this is crazy. I didn't expect myself to write this either. Maybe I'm really suffering from depression. =) Cheers. Or maybe I really really wanna have them coz' I'm a spoilt brat.
Hmm...maybe both of the above.