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It's beginning to get to me.
Jul 20, 2006

i woke up crying last night at 2.30am. darn left lens was cutting into my eye. it was darn painful to blink and take it out. i swear that was the first time in my life i teared so much. haha!

tiring day. but i didn't exactly feel like sleeping in class. something odd happened during math lesson today. i forgot to switch off my phone today. and then suddenly in the middle of nowhere, i felt my phone vibrating and i was like wthh.

so i went to check my phone to see who was calling la. and i got quite a huge shock. i turned to the person sitting beside me.

a: ehh. why are you calling me?! (with a bewildered look on face)
b: huh really meh?! (checks phone)
a: O.o
b: omg ya hor. paiseh.
a: -.-""

haha. its pretty funny la. what a coincidence! heh!

and it's racial harmony day celebrations tomorrow. the whole of 308 is going to wear indian traditional costumes! : ]. its pretty cool. and almost the whole class, except 5 or so, borrowed clothes from indera and sorna! haha. they brought so many saris and punjabi suits to school today, and it looked like they were setting up a shop. : ].

ah well. and i seriously need to stop slacking and prepare myself for the waves of pts and tests coming up and stretching through the whole of term 3.

term 3 sucks. : /.

10:36 PM