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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Chapter 136:
at 21:40

While I whine that it's very taxing on the individual, I'm breathing a huge sigh of relief that the exam marathon for the day is over.
But I felt rather lost after the announcement to put my pen down.

"WHAT? I STUDIED SO DAMN BLOODY HARD & I WON'T EVERY USE THESE KNOWLEDGE ACQUIRED AGAIN?"

"Should I take lifescience in university?"


Such were the few thoughts running through my head when the clock struck 4pm.

5'TATAAAA3'; 5'GGAGG3'; 5'AAUAAA3'; 5'TTAGGG3'; 5'TATAAT3'; glycine-X-Y; tropocollagen.
WTF.


& it doesn't really help that I only completed the syllabus mere days before the paper.
It's not an exaggeration.

I mean, yes I only have myself to blame for being the lazy asshole, & the irreponsible acts as a student.
But no one really know the exhileration when I completed the syllabus.

*hope with me.

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Thank you kind souls who attempted to warn me of the hacking which took place in my neighbourhood recently.
I am gratified by the concern, & truly touched.
Because I know my life's worth something to you.

The weird stares I get when I tell peope it's actually fate if I truly die gladdens me.


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I suddenly feel like writing many many many stuffs, with an array of jumbled thoughts running through.
Aye, it's sleepy time.

*LOUD AND IRRITATING YAWN.
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