think about the love inside the strength of heart,


results day is always a funny event.

in one corner, you have this bunch of people who are cursing over that stupid careless mistake they made in their paper that caused them their a. or b.

and in another corner, you have another bunch of people who are looking at the previous bunch, knowing that no matter how many carless mistakes they made, the fact is they still failed. failed, with a big fat capital u.

its really sad when you see people complaining about the b they got even though there are people behind them crying over the f u they got.

be contend with whatever you have, sweeties. sure, it's nice to be top. it's nice to know you beat everyone else. trust me, I KNOW. i get a kick everytime i top any class for anything (and an extra kick if that class happened to be a class full of hardcore muggers). yes, being top is something. but it isnt every single fucking thing.

sad to say, we often fail to keep that in mind.

i wont state my grades, it's not my style. i would most likely get promoted, most likely staying in the same class. but, honestly, whats the point of getting promoted or staying in the same class if the people i love, the people i adore aren't there with me?

results day is a funny event. it is a also a sad one.

its a cruel jc. but then again, its a cruel world.

4 more papers to go.


think about the heroes saving life in the dark.