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“To travel is to live.” -Hans Christian Andersen

Wednesday, May 19, 2010 @ 11:15 PM

So damn freaking tired everyday. But life goes on. Life seems to be moving in a whirl of colours, so fast, I can only catch a glimpse of what is happening. Before I know it, I'm lagging behind, again. Not very surprising, based on my past academic record.

I'm trying to be on task, and do things on time. But all the distractions. I've been trying to make myself see some sense in the excel project draft due tomorrow and make me do the tutorial questions, but for the past hour, my butt was comfortably rested on the chair and my bed.

Jonathan encouraged me just now! There's a first!!!! So I'm going to finish the excel work(s) due tomorrow, by hook or by crook, somehow. Okay I'm so freaking tired. I don't dare to just lean back and lie down cause I will fall asleep till tomorrow.

My goal for tonight: to complete W5 Tutorial questions for tomorrow morning's lab lesson.

Work aside, I like to disturb Clara. I don't know why. You know, with the BZZZZZZZZes and all that, haha! Then her standard response to me &J would be "You all today damn bastard sia!". Fun fun fun ^^.



Okay jiayou Samantha, Adam Lambert cheers you on ^^


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