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Maturity is realising that your own pleasures
aren't worth someone else's pain.
- jerine
quaintrelle .blogspot.com ♥

Monday, May 22, 2006
jerine♥, 5:19 PM

being upset does not make me any happier.

that's what i've been telling myself all weekend.
its not working.
im still upset.

i've cried for the last 3 days.
not howled like a banshee.
just cried.
but it wasn't as bad as friday.

i was on the verge of tears talking to genevieve today.
and she could still laugh.
but that girl has been a darling.
always there when i need someone to whine to.
but 1/4 of the time she has absolutely no idea what i'm talking about.
and i'll have to repeat myself.
in simple english.

ok...i'm making her sound like an idiot.
she not.
thank you for putting up with all my nonsense babe.

honestly,
i've never been so upset over my results before.
never.
but what can i say?
it's e.math we're talking about.

geography results came out today.
stupid teacher (not miss lim) took freaking long to mark 29 scripts.
i was shocked again.
i barely scrapped an A2.
my geog has always been good.
and i got 2nd in class last year.
so what the fuck is happening to me?

i don't get it.
why do i always do well on years that are not important?
sec 1 & 3, my results were quite good (or maybe wonderful) and pleasing.
sec 2 & 4 it's like shit.
i really don't get it.

oh wells...

and my dad has been vying for the "mr jerk universe" title.
but he has already won the "mr insensitive" title as far as i'm concerned.
ugh!
if his goal is to win every title available in that pageant,
i think he's doing a very good job.

keep it up dad.

school was fun today.
miss lim was in an unusually good mood.
not that i'm complaining. =)
she's really fun and funny when she's happy.
maybe she got another bonus.
but she can't be denied her bonuses.
you've got to admit...she's good.
or maybe it was cuz the class did well for geog.
the class. not me.

we were just surfing the net during physics.
but get real.
im not gonna read some dumb-ass cd which supposedly is to teach me nucleus and radioactivity.
i can learn that through self-study at home.

mrs boo knew the whole class (aside from the freaks),
was doing something else.
but she didn't really mind.
and ethel the genius was really open about being on friendster;
"mrs boo! i can't log out of friendster! oh no!"
lol.
that girl's a joker. =)

as some may know,
and expect me to talk about it,
i'm not going to.
it's a monday.
and i'm always nice on monday.
but please!
save me tomorrow!


depression is getting the better of me.
i can't keep up like this any longer.
i'll snap.

depression and i are gonna be friends.
depression is the pits,
but i'm getting better.
or should i say i will.






my life is bleak.
it is devoid of laughter.
all the laughter is false.
maybe i'm destined to never laugh again.