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Friday, June 30, 2006
BLOCK TESTS ARE OVERRRRR! I'm as happy as a fat and well-fed cat wahaha. Coupled with the fact that the next four days are holidays..
Life the way I want it.

Damn what happened to all the "I swear I'm never ever going to be so last minute again" while I was dying at the face of adversity just last night? haha. Aiyah erm, four days don't make a difference, right?
Who am I kidding man. During the next round of tests, I can definitely foresee history repeating. Four words- Die Heart Don't Change (si xin bu gai). Oh Manzxz.

Anw, I should recap about the sad sad morning I had hahah! I was like, so damn tired that I absolutely refused to get out of my bed at six so I slept for another hour and got out of my house at seven thirty. Imagine. I read through bio from around ten to two last night and the damned notes sort of replayed itself on the back of my eyelids from two to five while I was trying to sleep. Not in the clear nice format that confers sufficient revision but in mangled chunks filled with question marks. Yeah and so I got out of bed feeling like a crumpled bedsheet.

To add on to my misery, my hair was probably as high-strung as I was and refused to flatten down no matter how much water I piak-ed on it. Consequences of too much bio I think O.O
But the point is, I survived through the paper!! :D :D :D AND, I shan't think about the results for now. All I know is that it isn't going to be pretty /:

Went out for class lunch at Cafe Cartel after that and being carnivorous, Shueli, Zhuting, Soph and I shared a Meat Lovers' Special, Pork Ribs and a Sirloin Steak! haha. Went home after that cause I was really damn sleepy and slipping rapidly into the stoned mode.

"Stoned Mode" is defined as a particular time of the day when you can't think of anything to say and you can't complete your sentences before blanking out and your company is as lively and good as a piece of cardboard.

I'm proned to that between five to six. heh.

I shall be a couch potato today and drown in TV serials! (:
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Jamie began to feel a growing admiration for Banda. In the beginning there was a wariness between the two men. Jamie had to learn to trust a man who had almost killed him. And Banda had to learn to trust an old age enemy- a white man.
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"Then I'll say goodbye, my friend."
The two man clasped hands.

`Sidney Sheldon; Master of the Game

Another nice book! (:

in the name of love.
7:17 PM