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my results are out.

my results are out.

my results are out.

my results are out.

my results are out.

my results are out.

my results are out.

my results are out.


But like what yin say, I don't really care.

happy for me??

i'm not happy.

I'd rather anyone don't give me any comments.

As the last resort, I can end up commiting crime and eat curry rice for the rest of my life. You know, kah lei fan.



And I pierced my ear, finally. The top there, but not top enough, but it's a big ass diamond and I only paid RM 1.50 more than I have to pay Dragonfly for some ugly shit earring!!


Oh yeah, somehow, what my parents said about my results really hurt me?? Like badly???





And the best part is, it made my piercing not pain enough...


Bloody hell. Let's get more piercing...


Perhaps, I should get a tatto next time. That will hurt more... Shit, my pain is now my pleasure.







Don't ask me what I get cause the total amount of As I have is half the amount of what you got. So don't bother to ask.


Besides, it doesn't matter anymore. I might as well just drop out from SAM and just go for, maybe arts?? I won't mind. As long as I like then it'll be the correct choice.