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urgh.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006 @ 21:27
oh i am like so worn-out.
from everything.
the papers are killing my brain-cells (not that i have many) but after every single paper, my hands get tired, my arms ache, my body aches, my brain aches. i don't know. its just so tiring.. every single shit that is going on. some things that i loved to do seem like chores now. and daily routines are painful.
4 months, 4 months from now and it can turn me into a pessimist.
too many problems to worry about, too many concerns.
and my room is in a mess, it just infuriates me. notes lying all over.
literature texts.
thick, heavy files.
drained.
drained.

i so cannot believe that i actually felt sleepy during the p8 paper. p2 i was yawning yes.. numerous times. but this morning, i was yawning all the way.. and my eyes felt real heavy. then i remembered the kopiko inside my pencil case. coffee toffees i believe, works better for me than the coffee itself. so i figured, its kopiko and coffee for my late night mugging to come. double dose of coffee.

tomorrow marks the end of the mid year examinations. and just like what nithiya said, we'll not be sitting for anymore mid year exams after this. quite true actually.
nithiya is just madness. she thinks that ql looks like oliver khan. that is just funny.
yeah, and talking about oliver khan, italy won.
just like how i wanted it to be.



ok bye for now.
me


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