Friday, August 28

at this moment, my body's all stiffen up, hands all cold. mind thinking about a lot of things now, how's my mother gonna react badly, how bro's gonna think im a complete useless sister and how i am gonna have TWO, instead of one, torturous years before i graduate. the unofficial site shows that i failed more than what im suppose to so now i cannot grad in one year. and im in gear 5 panic mode.

all i can think of now is the easy way out, which baby convinced me to not to by not even convincing. he just merely asked me to convince him if the easy way out is definitely gonna be the easier way. i tried but i couldnt. sigh. twofuckingyears man. i want to die. oh wait, i dont need to want, i will die in mom's hands. or shouts.


angela's being a really sweet thing by helping me to organize what i should and shouldnt take for my next 2 years in uol. (pbf fr audit IS) for coming year and (fm ma mm) for the next. my upcoming year doesnt look very optimistic. but if im not pronounced dead by the mama almighty before school starts, i should be fine.

i just need to double confirm on 1st sept when the official site display the results to know 2 things.
1-if i really have 2 torturous years ahead.
2-if the sim system is really screwed up.
no doubt im hoping for the 2nd one to be true.


of course, i dont have the mood to bother about the camera issue already.