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Monday, April 16, 2007


(edit)
as i read the PL1101E textbook, i feel really afraid. afraid that i'll fail this module. and i've kind of made up my mind. in any case that i fail this module, which kind of illustrates that i cannot major in psychology, which kind of defeats the purpose of me coming to arts, i will change faculty.

i will talk to mummy about this.

i feel really inferior being such an ass when it comes to studies.
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i've typed half an entry on ahs trip and i'm quite tired to continue (or rather, i've got no time to type further)

so to keep it short,
maybe i'm sensitive but i think i've drifted apart from quite a number of people
the people i can be 'high' with in the past.
maybe it's me, or the various circumstances we're in now.

because even striking a decent conversation is so hard now.

so long, back to mug. i hate exams.

Ytienkwan waved at 7:22 pm