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Tuesday, August 31, 2010


It's week 3.

The pace is picking up and that said, it is already darting down the hands of time. AW essay, LTB CSP, readings, readings and more readings. This is insane. A far, far cry from the past 7 months of sloth. It's really getting to me.

Recreational tennis was fun. More whizzing luminous balls. This time all the way to the edge of the MRT tracks. I'm sure I'll hit a MRT some time soon though. I still can't get a proper stroke, though from time to time, I would somehow return a shot in a manner that's impressive. Well, I guess it's one of the few things that I would like to pick up in the long run.

Confusion. Cluelessness. Huh. Yeah, I've no idea. Random thoughts.
Seriously.

Mumbled @ {10:15 PM}
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