Sunday, February 27
i've decided to let my grades decide which class i enter. if by some lucky fate i do exceptionally well, i'll apply for a humanities scholarship where hopefully i won't be ostracised for being non-cheena and refusing to partake in mass ponning sessions. if i do well enough to remain in hc without appealing, i'll request for a transfer to a13. if i do badly, i'd better stay in a11 which is happily the worst class. i hate being in the worst class. negative peer pressure is only one concern. anyway we'll know soon. at jean's house now.. staying over. haha damned fun. getting a little sleepy-eyed. econs presentation tmr. i get the feeling the group isn't all that happy with me. heck, the class probably isn't. i didn't for the econs meeting cos i was at guides, marking testwork til 6plus. and i begged my mum to forbid me from going for jts yesterday.. i didn't really want to be in a big crowd of people i don't trust. tomorrow comes swiftly. the presentation pales in comparison to what the afternoon will bring. but i have to do it with my glasses!!! how annoying! i have zero self confidence when i look uglier than usual. which says a lot. :( haha. i'm so vain. who cares i don't deny it. unlike some others! haha. 4/6 i miss you and i love you and nothing can ever change.. esp since it seems everyone in jc is superficial! they will
never replace you. they can't, anyway. but.. if.. someday.. when you're all grown up and i'm all alone.. maybe i'll come knocking on your door, with just a simple reminder for you.. 50 years from now, we'd be old. i may have forgotten you. i may not remember ever having cared for you. i might, but i won't. and here i am, tadah! if you faint, too bad. =D
it must've been love.
10:35 pm
xoxo
