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Thursday, February 22, 2007
holla
Here we are, on the brink of Friday and for once, I am not one bit happy to proclaim TGIF. The end of this week just heralds the coming of the Common Test week. I haven't made much progress in studying since my last post and that bit of info is particularly worrying and irritating. It would be unfair to say that I am slacker, but I do not do justice to the word 'mugging' either. Caught somewhere in the middle, though that is definately not enough. I hate that feeling of sitting in the examination hall as an unprepared idiot. Smarties around me blazing through their papers with unexplainable ease isn't going to do much to lift my spirits up either.
Night study. It was a new and pretty interesting experience. Deprieved of the television, my laptop, a fully filled fridge (with Bak Kwa) and a little sister (I'm thankful that I am deprieved of this one) it kinda allowed me to do a fair bit of work. Though after about 1.5hrs i decided to take a walk around the school compound. As they locked every gate around to prevent us from running away, I was limited to the studying blocks alone and not the grandstand. The school is pure bliss at night. Silence greated by my footsteps that echo aimlessly down the corridors. Hit the books again for an hour or so, before burning the last 30minutes with Jon Lauw, Anthea and Mel (That should be her name if I am not mistaken).
Prata for supper, a hot cup of tea, Liverpool VS Barcelona on television.
Sweet victory.
Reply Tags:
JunYu:
Sweet, fond, painful, joyful... whatever they may be, memories are magical in their own way.
Dom:
Aren't you? =X... Ah well, everyone gossips please. Hypocritical to run away, so just blatantly say it luh...
Sandra:
He didn't upgrade his software, ask him to do so. The older software is lag, the new one damn good. That's why i upgraded mine and lost all my data.
Josh:
You some fortune teller eh, can predict future sia. Anyway, even if i told you that you wont listen to it right?
Khyrul:
Have la, made of chicken i think?
Bak Kwa:
Hello to you, seems i haven't eaten you yet. Anyway, hope you survive this CNY season without being eaten! Thanks for dropping by and telling me i got your name right! =X
Willis:
OH my, not sure man... seems too late for all those... darn!
ok... i am off...
Mumbled @ {11:30 PM}
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