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Saturday, April 16, 2005

I'm in the midst of the Maths assignment or rather the 'revision' of the short test next week. My mom is bugging me to sleep. Getting tired as I type. I'm going va-va voom with this. Actually there's nothing to say already; since I wrote that 2 poems. They basically describe the before-and-after during the activity when it wasn't curriculum time. I am so very exhausted now. Eyes almost popping out like fishballs through a satay stick. Good night and sleep tight. zZz...