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Sunday, April 27, 2008

I'm sneezing non-stop. Oh. I so hate the feelings. I'm getting restless and cranky these few days. I don't know why. I'll get very irritated over nothing. And sometimes, even at the littlest things. It sucks. For example, when my table is messy (it's not really that messy, but just messy), I'll start to scream and scold everyone around. Well. Not really. Just very irritated. I sometimes go very quiet too (note : sometimes.) Most of the times? Very, very, very, noisy. Laughs. Probably the heat. It's killing me inside out. I swear. The sun. It's too hot. It burns. The wind isn't much of a help either. Homeworks are piling up. Countless of tests. Urgghh! I've been having terrible moodswings lately. One minute I'm fine, the next, I'm not. I'm very very annoyed and pissed off. But for no particular reason. Just simply feels that way. No, im not having pms.

I haven't been revising for studies and I'm really worried. I can't seem to open that textbook and start practising. Once the clock strikes midnight, I'm doomed. Unless a miracle decides to fall on me. And oh, I lost my foolscap. Now im dead meat because my MT assignment is in there. I might've left it in school but then again, it still might be somewhere in my room. I hate it that I can't give my foolscap a call. Maybe one day they should make all things call-able so when you lost something, it's easy. Life..(sigh), is so difficult. What a fool-ish e-scap-e. Darn. Mdm Mas is going to make me stand in class for 90 weeks or maybe I have to like stay back after school to complete that assignment eventhough I've finish doing way before the due date but because I don't have any idea where my precious foolscap is.. MT life is going to be one of a misery. Just when im about starting to fall in love with delicious MT, life brought me problems. Problems I'm facing with a lifeless, soul-less, heartless, feelingless, ugly, line-y, 200pages foolscap. I...hate papers. I am not over reacting. I am facing a challenge. A challenge that is threatening my MT life. A problem more like. A problem which brings misery. A misery which causes me to hate papers. What have I done to deserve a run-away foolscap?

Surprisingly, spending a day at home cannot get any better when there's like a good movie on tv. I hardly watch suria, partly because S'pore malay movies/drama holds no quality, like seriously ?! Look at all the shows you've watched, it equates to pure shit sia. I don't mean to criticize, I'm just saying it in general. The only time I turn on suria is when there's senario. And senario is not, I repeat, is NOT lame. Laughs.

Oh well. I'm sick now. I'm done here. I gotta finish up my homeworks. Tc, readers!
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