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Tuesday, March 2, 2010 . 3/02/2010 09:25:00 PM

I can't see myself graduating anymore. That's the results of attempting the recent exams. And there's one more left. It's not like in primary school and secondary school, where I'll be so sure of my answer for quite a few questions. For this, I have totally no idea what I was doing. 

Oh well... this is the useless me. Mum doesn't allow me to drop out, and I guess I'll regret if I did that too. But the temptation for that is just to much. There's no point for me to continue. It's just for the sake of graduating with some form of papers. 

I'd much rather start work and devote myself to some job for money. I guess I have that pessimism view of life again.

It's not like I'm gonna shoot up to be a genius in this course. Either way, dropping out is a lose-lose sitch for me. I'll regret if I drop out, and I'll hate it if I continue. 

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