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Photobucket CHARLOTTE :D
-She has survived THIRD-TEEN years of life.
-She was showered with love on 09 october and demands that u do so too. RAWR
-Fate landed her in REDswastikaschool6/4'08 AnglicanHighSchool-1respect
-Miraciously, Harmonica- Octaveee is second home to her :D

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santa-claus?
■grades improve
■new wallet
■new pencilbox
■samsung touch screen
■formal dress
■brown/darkbrown shorts

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Wednesday, January 23, 20131:07 PM
Hello, so its like the end of January 2013 already. Time really flies man, and to think that my previous post was about O levels and being halfway thru it. Hahaha so now im totally over with O's, got my results, being satisfied with it and waiting for my posting results.

Ah, and Im taking my A's next year.... damn, i just finished O's and now there's A's.

I have something to confess actually, And hell no, its not about love. Its just that i feel like this time round the "success"of my O'level results are not mine. Yup, the success is not mine, Its the product of so many things, including divine help i guess. I dont know why i feel like that but i do feel uneasy. To be honest, i didnt really study that hard for my O's. So im really kinda afraid for A's now. I mean A's is really no joke, either you sink or swim. And judging by my lazy, lackadaisical personality now, I'm truly worried for myself. Thinking whether im able to survive junior college life or not. Its scary how my life is progressing, it really is. I know im lazy, dirty and just plain slow. I cant do things quickly for the life of me, Im really sorry for that but i cant help it at all. Even at my part-time job, my colleagues dont say it but i know, Im like the worst worker over there, im just damn bloody slow and make so many fucking misakes. I hate myself for being like that.

To top everything off, I'm not pretty or even average looking either. I have horrible bad skin and i just cannot  stop scratching myself when im nervous or upset. Which makes me even more upset, sigh.

I feel like a very bad person. Very bad one, like plain evil,rude and shitty my nature. I want to be good, i really do. Gotta find a way to make my heart more beautiful, to put my soul at ease.
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