pukimak

procrastinating, again.

supposed to be doing my AP Journal Report. (heehee, fp journe)but i guess i have no inkling what amy tan was thinking or what i am supposed to know from the movie. cannot think properly now. ICC is totally screwed up now. going to get whipped for the last journal report and then going to get pwnzed for AP.

life for some people just suck, life for others just rock too much. today i went to edb for the scholarship talk. well, it was the same stupid presentation as on monday with the same horny british accent and the same lousy jokes. except it was slightly more detailed, esp wrt to the ucas process. and now i know i cant apply till mine slavery. anyway, life is quite tough. on monday i was fillt with hope that i can go uk to study, cos AAB can already! but fuck, UCL, the pussiest of the london universities there, requires AAA + AS for Economics! and it has only 150 spots for economics students. wawaweewa. looks like even if i can fund myself i cant be there. crappz. smu, here i come, again!

hq owned his a levels really hard, one of the nearly 60 perfect scorers from rj. Perfect score, id est 4H2 As, GP A, PW A and i know he got A for MT. looks like he is ready to own all the scholarships out for grabs. esp with his bespoke cca records from his ri days. walau. some people are just pro.

anyway, i see the same thing happening next year for the real men like juanha and lq and ronald. while they are happily celebrating away and giving interviews to the straits times, i will be locked up inside the handicap toilet, trying to flush my head down the toilett.

arrgh.

alright, i guess i should return to the joy luck club.