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Tuesday, November 08, 2005

bahhhhhh... i'm so nervous now. my heart is pumping damn fast when it's like 6 more hrs to my paper. i want to die. i cant squeeze all the formulas in my head, and i dont bear to erase my integration formulas that i hav scribbled lightly on my calculator. i'm such a cheat. omg. omg. hope nobody checks my calculator. ahhhh.. i'm going to die of stress....