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Sunday, August 12, 2007

i had a bad dream ytd night.
and i hate such dreams. cos they seemed so real and thats what im afraid of.
the stupid dream was about maths promos and ohmygoodyness. i didnt study for it until the very last hr.

imagine. my maths is alr like lousy enough.
never study, that makes it hundred times worst.
somebody should seriously just kill me for that.
so i totally freaked out cos should i fail my maths, im gone. so gone.

never study = fail = retain = gone case. :( :( :(

bad dream.
bad bad dream.

conclusion.
i dont like maths.
but maths dont seem to like me too.
even in my dreams, also dont wanna let me off. still wanna haunt me down.
aiyerrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

so its probably a hint that i should seriously seriously start now.
or regret later.

as from tmr,
10 qns a day.
no qn, ermm. lesser FOOD. (hahaha i was abt to put no food but on second thought, better not cos i doubt i'll survive. hehs. )

moving onnnn.

i gave in to those terrible looking medicine.
my immune system was too weak to fight those kuku-fied germs.
and so, bloody-reddish-looking medicine came in to help.
but in the end, it dont seem to be working.
im still coughing.
worst still, phlegm came into the picture.
URKS.

enough of complaints.

school starts tmr.
mannnn.
next up,
september hols. :)

but then again, september hols is more like a study break than a hol.
:) change to :(

now, time is gonna be at a speed of 100km/h.
it'll zoom past without you realising.
piano exam in 2 weeks time. so dead. so dead.
promos in 2 months time.

dont you just suddenly hate the no. 2 now?

ok.
till tmr,
study hard.
play hard.
and dont forget to sleep hard.
;)


8:13 PM