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Saturday, January 20, 2007
I'm kind of surprised people still take the time to read my blog... My mum nearly called my piano teacher again just now. Fortunately, she forgot. But really, I can't be bothered with this anymore. Since she and Dad were just 'too busy' to take me to the exam, I was thoughtful enough to think they were 'too busy' to care about the results. Kiss my a*s. I was just telling Jiaying about how Cerberus didn't let me take Music and year 12 Chem, as 'chew don have year 11 founda-son how to do chwell?' (you don't have a year 11 foundation, how do you do well?) She (or it) nearly bit my head off (with head no. 1) when I suggested to call the subject selection teacher back to change my choice. She'll probably use all 3 heads to tear my body into pieces when she hears about my piano results. *sigh* I mean, she's piling pressure on me even now to do well in my year 12 exams (which are NEXT YEAR, dear lady) and thus beat her hoity-toity ahsoh friends' kids. Good Lord... She just got off the phone after talking to one of them (since 10:37. It's 11:43 now. Do the Math)... Always feeling oh-so-alone. *saintly sigh* So yeah... In replies to all the 'how's life' questions, life SUCKS and SWALLOWS and CHEWS (cerberus does, anyway). 10:36 PM
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