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Thursday, September 14, 2006

don't know why...
i have to go to sleep feeling irritated, then i woke up feeling so good.
but, within half an hour, my mother comes irritating me and spoiling my day.
what a thing to do early in the morning! pissing me off...
don't make me leave home earlier just cos of you.
don't force me to lock my room everytime i'm inside.
why can't you just do your own stuffs... instead of shouting early in the morning?
and i myself am already damn fed up that i've got only a few hours of sleep each day, yet you still keep saying it to others right in front of me like as if i ain't got enough of that.



each normal day is separated into 2 parts:
(a) at school. fun time in class laughing, but there's time for some serious work too.
(b) at home. hell, no way i can concentrate because even when i shut my room door, i can hear my parents talking and the volume of the television.



don't tell me it's a relapse... my precious right hand! i think i sprained it again. last year once, this year again? exams are coming and i just gotta sprain it at the MOST appropriate time. ><

gosh, and there's still social studies retest tomorrow. i think i've temporarily lost my ability of writing fast. first, it was really sweaty palms. write only 1 to 2 paragraphs and my whole palm sweat, causing my pen and paper to be damp. now? ... ...

chemistry and physics common test on monday. =]


totally drained out even before the 1st week of term 4 ended.
i can't keep up with the pace, the momentum.
holiday homework incompleted; daily assignments not done.
and laughters' the way to keep me awake during lessons.




laugh all the troubles away.
it's easier to be happy.


i failed once again @ 5:39:00 pm