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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

gawwd.
i've never stayed home alone for so many hours before.
its tragic.
my brother and my mom went to watch money no enough II
without me ):
cause i had tuition.
what a tragedy.

promos are nearing.
i smell my grave.
studying is such a chore.

there are traces of 403 rebels in class.
at times i feel more belonged,
at times i feel that this class can never be compared to what i have been.
the wayy we reacted to our math tutor in class makes me feel like history is repeating.
onlyy for that split second.
i'm adapting i guess.
but i'm more than satisfied.

how much more time do i have left to studyy?):
i feel like i'm counting down to the days of o levels.
woahh.


11:49 PM