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[gersang]

When it comes to academic turning points I become so apathetic. After PSLE I let my fretful parents drag me all over the island to go register in schools. In Sec 2 I only knew we were being sorted into 9-subject and 8-subject classes when I received a slip telling me the ambiguous "We" was pleased to inform me that I was blah blah 9 subjects blah

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[glamour_war]

In Primary 6 my excited (THEIR WORDS NOT MINE) dragged me over the whole country like murderers trying to get rid of a body even when I told them I already had a choice (of which they didn't approve of, as usual. In the end I very spitefully accidentally (wtf) wrote in the wrong postal code for the schools and ended up here. In Sec 2 I only distinctly knew that something called Triple Science existed but didn't quite know what. In Sec 4 I've only attended two open houses- one to NAFA, which I could never attend even if I wanted to (DAMN THE FINE ART BOYS) and the other to ACJC (to my chagrin it was terribly crowded, and under the feet of the many 2-point people in attendance, it also crushed my hopes and dreams and my short-term patience).

After a while I got a little too tired to care. ._.

The moral of the story: YOU'RE NOT ALONE BAT.

I FORGOT HOW TO WRITE CRACK FIC K. I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT YAKUZA DRAG QUEENS BUT I SCARED PEOPLE CHOP OFF MY PINKIE. BUT I WILL TRAI FOR YOU MAI LOVE. :'DD

[gersang]

THEN YAY :D WE CAN BE FLIPPANT TOGETHER

YOU WILL WRITE ABOUT YAKUZA DRAG QUEENS? JOY! Nemmine, donch scared. I'll offer them my pinkie (and other unnecessary organs/body parts, should such be required) in place of yours.