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Sunday, August 26, 2007
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Aiyor. I got no idea what got into me today. Feeling so moodless the whole day excluding the part where I get to watch "Garo". Sien. Two more weeks to mock exam liao. I hate blogging about how drepessed I am. It's just feels weird to have more people feeling as hopeless and moodless as I am now. I just checked my holiday-work and it's all so-so. Holiday is ending when the clock strike twelve tonight. Actually, this week wasn't like a holiday to me at all. It's filled with extra-classes and books! Sien. At this moment, I felt as if life with public exams suck la. It's always filled with sleepless nights and your mind just couldn't rest in peace. I can't even sleep properly, always having nightmares about my results. -___-'' Aiyor. Can't stand liao. I need someone to console me. I need encouraging words! I need my mummy! -___-'' It's like everytime I'm going through hard times, all I need to do is just talk to her and I'll always feel much much better. I'm like.. always telling myself that one month and two weeks more to FREEDDOMMM. The word "FREEDOM" seem so far away and one month and a half seem so long! PMR sickness! This holiday seem so short! I need more timee! For now, I'm going through killing moments.


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