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Monday, May 11, 2009

i m reasonably much happier than i was a few days ago. i guess one major reason can b attributed to the fact tt i managed to slp way before 7 yest, by which i meant 7am.

after attending the wake for 2 consecutive nights, i was kept well awake the 3rd night part by screwed body clock but mainly by the sight or a friggin' ROACH! (did i hear sm1 scream?) it eventually resulted in a long battle between a roach-phobic weak-hearted me n a squashed-but-refuse-to-die wretched roach.

in the end i was too worn out n resorted to using a container (hoping to trap it) to cover it up. u must b thinking i must b crazy BUT i tell u, i have this thing with roaches tt they might seek revenge once they recover from my brutal attack or worst, gather their fam n frens n come attack me. so it was a feeble attempt on my side to prevent revenge.


but alas, revenge came in the form of a HORRIBLE nightmare consisting of 3 horribly disgusting roaches, purely fictional of cos n only in the existence of my dreams. still, it was as bad as it could get. i rmb crying my ass off n screaming my head off, awaking to a teary face n wet pillow n it robbed me of the few hours of slp i bestowed myself.

see the extent of my roachophobia?




alrightey peeps, back to my math. i feel even less prepared than i was for the mocks man. mayb i have a hole in my brain n everything tt i studied just keeps leaking away with time. still i WILL NOT wish for more time as i cannot b happier my paper is tmr cos i can't wait for my exams to b over!!!


i can't wait to chiong MJ sessions with my beloved ubi kakis, can't wait to pia K with all the songs in my exams playlist playing right at this moment, n of cos i can't wait to meet all my dear fool whom i haven seen for so long n crash all those flea mkts with jing n n n so much more.


hence, i shall go BACK n do my math so i can truly enjoy all these when my exams are over.




DEAR GOD, I SHALL PUT IN MY BESTEST EFFORT TOMORROW (and of cos today too)!!!


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