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Monday, January 28, 2008 / msesy picts..
tick tock tick tock..
the time goes painfully slow.
i looked at the clock every 5 minutes to make sure the clock is still working.
it still is!
a second feels like a minute and a minute feels like an hour.
it seems like this would go on forever.
my eyes droopy.
my hands tired.
my brains seemed to have tuned itself to thee zombie zone for i couldnt undertstand a thing and all i could think off is bed.
words buzzing in my ear.
formulae and notes were thrown at.
everything's confusing and mundane at the same time.
this how i feel when there's lessons in class, well most of the time.
so i'm thankful school's out tmr.
boo to those schooling tmr.. heh!

why cant they do that often??

okay, here are the picts i've promised some friends but have yet to post due to my laziness. i'll try not to make a habit out of it. [:





it's messy, bear with it.
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