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Saturday, November 14, 2009

Light at the end of the tunnel diminishes


The O Levels are over.

(Kinda.)



I still have one last paper on Monday. It's such a drag because it's just a half hour paper.
But who gives a shit right?

However, because of this paper, I am unable to get freaky over the weekend and instead have to wait until Monday as the paper ends at a wtf time of 8.30am.
Then I have a class BBQ in the evening :)

Anyhow, I'm not experiencing the happiness that usually comes after the exams. Much unlike my peers.
Fuck My Life. Seriously.

I failed to correct my direction. I'm off to destination 'FUCKED'.

Please do me a favour guys. Please don't ask me how many points I got when the results are released early next January.
And to those who do, FUCK YOU.

Wow, high usage of the word 'fucked'!! I'm getting good. Maybe I should pursue a career of a keyboard warrior.

And indeed, that light at the end of the tunnel is diminishing.

Or perhaps it's a train. I'm walking in the wrong direction anyway.


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