Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
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life is such a weird tingy...i dunno wart to say bout dis...if i should feel happy or sad bout dis...recently i went for an enterence test and oso an interview for a sccholarship to ashbourne college in uk. i din expected to get anything...i jus wanted to try it out for the fun of it...
anyway...i was happily onlinin (secara haram) till close to 2a.m den i saw ma mali so many so i ma pen it out to filter it lo....den i saw ma junk mail icon der got two mail ma....since all ma inbox punya mail oso fwd onli and i wasn't d mood of readin em so i went to check it out...i found a mial form ashbourne admin and oso a greetin mail from columbia uni...
i opened up d mail form ashbourne to find dat i was given a place in that college..but sadly...i wasn't offered a scholarship.dis means bye bye to ashboune as ma parents could not afford....babi had a 25% scholarship... well i'm rather happy cus at least i know dat i have wat it takes to enter a college in uk but rather sad dat i din recieved d scholarship...honestly i couldn't ask much more form god...i never even expected maself to be able to even pass the enterence exam...at the same time i have dis feeloin if i'm not gonna get d scholarship why give me hopes to enter d college.... everybody noe no scholarship no college in uk...hiaz....jus dunno wart to say....is not dat i reali feel sad bout it...i dunno how to describe it oso la.... anyway wadever it is...i'm epi wif wad i hav now....