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#4. Waiting for a Shooting Star
Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Well, I figured I might as well jump in and start ranting-- rambling rather, on about the O Level results coming out and act all witty about it. Nah, everyone's already acting witty, no need for one more person to sound like they've jumped off MLIA/Hipster-land or where-ever those witty little remarks are born from.

Honestly, I'm feeling rather apathetic about the whole thing, I mean, about getting our results. (That is an oxymoron, right? Feeling apathetic, haha.) What I'm more excited about is going to school at 7.25 with Xin and Celine (AND ANYONE ELSE, YES?, We are doing it aren't we, dears?), and going to eat Orange Bowl, laughing at the other levels that are going for lessons, running off to the library or wherever when we get bored, and playing Katekyo Hitman Reborn on Kyon's gameboy (OMFG, YES, PLEASE, PLEASE, I LOVE YOU.).

I mean, there's no point worrying about it, because it's all over.

I'm going to sound like a hypocrite on Monday when I'll either be
a) over the moon at bagging 8 A1s (and $2500), and screaming about crazily and generally being idiotic and insensitive to people that scored lower than me.
b) emo-ing over my horrible results (re: anything less than 8 A1s) and being a general pain-in-the-ass and insensitive to everyone else around me

So either way, I'll be a pain in the ass.

Whoopeedoo.

Hoho, I love how dead I sound and how WOE IS ME.

TAKE THAT WITTY BLOGGERS.
THIS IS HOW I SOUND IN MY HEAD.

But nevermind! Because well, that's the way the cookie crumbles or whatever, into my mouth. I have no idea what I'm saying so I shall stop saying.

I know I can press the backspace button, but honestly, that is just too much trouble.

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