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01.01.2003 Wednesday morning @ 1:44 a.m.
*Too gone, too long*

Chatting with a 16-year-old. Quite fun. Haha.

But it's what we're talking about that makes it fun. *smile*

And it is NOT porn. Bah!

. . .

Somehow, I'm suddenly reminded by my 'A' level grades. I realised that, if my 'F' had been an 'E' or a 'D', I might have had a chance, however small, of entering here or there. I mean, I thought I'd gotten over this, but yeah, apparently I haven't. The demons are still inside of me.

ARGH!

My other grades were good. They were good. They were good grades. But I didn't want to repeat. I didn't like the idea of repeating. I didn't like it. Things were crucial at that time. Financial-wise, domestic quarrels..

Too late to cry over spilt milk now.

. . .

"Did I hear you say that you want another chance? You need another try. You're ready to reclaim your prize.."



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