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It's not over tonight; Just give me one more chance to make it right (Maroon 5, Won't go home without you)

BSBS D, my grades are bullshit. I need to work harder, smarter, more efficiently. It's veeery bad thinking of how to break it to my parents. :/

Finally starting to jog again is awesome. It's amazing how before jogging you can feel just washed out and tired, but after jogging, a refreshing feel overwhelms you (: Exercising is good. At the very least I dont' feel fats hanging from my calves so much.

Going through all those stunning wallpapers on the internet, photoshop tutorials, my old photoshop files, I think made me want to pick up photoshop again. But I guess the progress I make in photoshop is hampered by my lack of creativity and artistic skills. The creativity of those artists who can create creepily cool and breathtaking images from nothing should be revered. It's like their brain ticks in a different way. I don't think I can ever visualise some concept in my head and then translate it to paper. Guess it speaks volumes of how much I think.

It's not very comforting that my GP essay is marked as shallow and lacking in thinking, especially when its on a topic I'm suppossed to be better at. It's just sad. Sad to think about it and realise my writing skills is in the shitters, my evaluation ability is nowhere to be seen, and that my general knowledge has huge gaps in it. The scathing remarks of the marker didn't make it much better.

Photography, I shall pursue you after the academic year of failures and dissapointment ends in a few months (:
Scary to think about A levels of 'in a few months'.

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