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When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be.
Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional.

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Monday, October 18, 2010



Started the day, sweating like a hippo. Turns out, SAS played a prank on me, and changed my timetable at the very last minute. So realised I was supposed to be in 10-12 lesson, instead of 8-10 when tutor was taking attendance. Well, I'm not the only one that was scammed. This tutorial is gonna be an awkward combination of classmates. ><

Back home, and I started packing the living room table, which used to be my dumping ground, and it's sparkling clean! Sweep the floor at ultra fast speed, which caused my pinky to "qi bao". Then mopped the floor, now about to finish folding clothes. Next time, my house will have a huge basket for homeclothes, which need not be fold, cause I don't see a point. (:

This is really like the final lap, and I'm terrified.
Cause I don't know.

HappybirthdayMum,
I love you more than you ever know...
But baby, where they knock you down and out
Is where you oughta stay