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Tight Rope.
Aug 15, 2008

Weekends are here again.

Previously I'd always look forward to the weekends. Now, the thought of weekends just comes along with the dread that I'd have a million more things to do than the average weekday. The never-ending cycle of trying to catch up on lectures/tutorials during the weekends just worsens. Unfinished work, new work, more work. ):

Sigh. Weekend Horrors. I doubt I'll have enough time to study for promos.


You're made of ice
I pay the price
For all your unforgiveness

10:31 PM