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Saturday, August 30, 2008
sorry, i'm not in th mood now :/
my mom totally spoilt my mood,
had a commotion with her this morning.
What th hell. showed her my report book,
i can swear that this were one of my bestest results i've got since i entered whitley-.
i got myself and A1 for maths,
B3 for english and science,
B4 for design and tech,
D6 for chinese and literature,
and D7 for art and history.
I know they aren't very good,
but i've improved quite abit.
at least i managed an A1 for maths, didn't i?
so she kept nagging th hell outta me.
i couldn't help it, i felt so depressed.
fcuk, i kept crying.
but why should i cry?:/
i dont deserve it.
at least other parents would praise their child for improving,
even if its just an improvement of 2-3 marks.
but i improved more then that.
a science that merely failed became a above 65 marks,
a maths tht wasn't very strong became above 75.
why am i always so miserable?:l
ever time when my report books comes into my hand then
into my mom's,
i'm sure to cry.