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Thursday, January 24, 2008

JAE Craze

Oh my lord. Okay. Regain your composure, diana. Take a deep breather, yes. Breathe in, breathe out.

Know what? I've just finished submitting my jae online registration. Ya.

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I'm scared. I really am. All of a sudden I feel like screaming(crying) my heart out. The feeling's beyond description. Damn

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I hope I've made the right choice. In the name of a bright future ahead. For time's sake. (I don't want to waste my time again. One year is enough- more than enough, in fact)

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P.S: I was so paranoid that I frowned throughout the whole duration of registration

P.P.S: Screamed at the bloody router for being so inconsiderate too (the wireless connection kept going off! I was fortunate though to have lady luck on my side- I managed to complete filling in the precious application stuff within the stipulated time given).

P.P.P.S: I printed not one, but two copies of verification slips. (Told ya I was doubly paranoid) Just in case. Okay what the fuck, diana.

P.P.P.P.S: Yeah, gotta admit that I was stupendously senile at that point of time. Truth is, I'm scared la. Seriously. Did I make the right choice for myself?!

P.P.P.P.P.S: Yes I did. I think I did.

Okay shut up, whores. I need to meditate. Now.

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Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,