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Monday, 18 August 2008 !@#$% 2:34 pm

sometimes, it confuses me, sometimes it makes me feel like an idiot, sometimes it makes me feel like i am hanging on a thread... sometimes it makes me feel happy, like theres this hope...

to summarise... its a full load of shit emotions all piled up together...

well... anyway... gp was bad... it was quite difficult for me... i guess i wrote out of point... how can an essay have only one rebuttal... ? AQ and summary was just crap... well... i think its an F... oh well...

sometimes, when you yearn for something, its just goes the other way round... does it? well, when it comes to emotions and relationships, there no point trying to push too hard... its a 2 way thing... that i have to understand... and i do... oh well... can never force someone to do things they don't like...

i am starting to question myself why am i feeling this way... come to think about it, sometimes, it seems like a joke that my body is playing with me...

and i sound like a desperate... (fuck... i am not... unless you are talking about being a fighter pilot)

to my academic status... i think i am in a bad shape... quite screwed... and the A levels round the corner... well... its like... landing on Omaha beach, the first wave... even worst, the first landing craft... right in front of a machine gun post... survival probability... 0.000001%...


i realised then when i squat down in an very weird position, so that i can look up the sky, i can actually see F-16s flying over me... now, thats weird...



well... gotta hit the books again...

thank you guys for the encouragement and support... i will try my best...

rock on and this is the purple pineapple signing off, you are listening (reading) to tropical fruits FM...

JUICY!!!

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