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Saturday, May 5, 2007
(3:01:00 PM)
"Since I met you, my life seems so much worse."
I've been stucked in the red hotseat in my room for at least 2 hours just reading about the conflict in Sri Lanka and listening to Carlos Santana's Maria Maria and Mash Up by Gym Class Heroes and FOB.
Humans paper on Tuesday and I'm pretty confident (?)
Argh, for some reasons I think that it's gonna be an easy paper.
Let's just hope.
Okay, the scrawny is getting herself something to eat.
And then the scrawny ass is back to studying.
Tsk, I hate MYE.