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Sunday, August 27, 2006 5:55 PM

How stupid can I get? I actually received the RGS email on Thursday, but it was under Junk. And I did not bother looking. Really relieved now, though I have not told my mother. Actually, what I am feeling at this point in time is not exactly happiness, it is relief. Its like, "Phew!" To all those who have been rejected or are in waiting list, i guess it is just extra motivation to work even even harder for PSLE. Maybe, feelings of deppression will be inevitable, but it will be over soon right? Good luck to all of you, accepted or not. Though I am in the middle of muggin Social Studies now, I shall spare a few minutes on a poem. Dedicaed to those who were not accepted. Jia you! (:

Maybe the sky looks as if it is falling
maybe the stars do not twinkle
maybe time has no meaning
maybe no one will understand
what you are feeling

Perhaps you feel like punching yourself
perhaps you do not want to
face the world
perhaps you want to forget everything
and desert those unpleasant memories

But remember
hope is in the air
it is in the leaves, the clouds
grasp it in your fingers
do not let go

Cling on to that hope
add in a little of your sweat
perhaps all will be better
just a little sweat
and a little hope...