le plus probablement, de manière permanente.
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DEACTIVATED
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Facebook account.
It’s all about planning, dude… and how much time you have left to squeeze in all those superficial things you learn in school.
I am going to tell you now.
I did it for my SJI Prelim Exams last year, and it worked. It really worked.
I’m not talking about the cartoon.
I did not do it for my O Levels, and obviously, I screwed it up like shit. Add the fact that I only had two weeks to prepare for my O levels, after exhausting my brains from the hellish Prelim exams. You guys, you sec4 guys this year, are very lucky. Some people, unfortunate they are indeed, take time to RE-learn things. And for me, I guess that generous two weeks of preparation was, sad to say, insufficient.
Plan ahead. Click here.
And, unless dad and mum really had a bad experience that night which resulted in the most disastrous, calamitous, and unfortunate fertilization of gametes ever possible (given the high improbability of that occurring), that NOW, you are suffering from the most undesirable combination of genes, hence the inability to get un-discombobulated with the horde of school stuff thrown at you, don’t just study hard.
Study smart.
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Anyway, I’m still wondering whether I should delete my facebook account.

Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.
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