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Sunday, February 7, 2010 @ 7:02 AM
Bloody hell. It's 11 pm and i should by right be in bed. But i'm not. My brain feels highly-wired now, for some unknown reason.

I'm just worried. Worried about this coming week.Worried about that PW 'bad news' that Mr Sim refused to tell us about on Wednesday. Worried about morning pledge duties.Worried that i'll just make a fiasco out of TDD/Outreach. Worried about CTs.

Damn my life.

Oh yeah, i gotta apologise to Shawn. Shawn, if you're reading this, i'm sorry about my tone on the phone just now. I really wasn't angry at you. It's just that everything in my life is a little crazy now, and i'm sorry that i sounded so annoyed when you didn't get the bit on monetary policies. I promise i'll try to control my temper better from now on. And stop biting everybody's heads off.

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I don't understand why the same damn thing has to happen to me every single year. Every year it feels so bloody familiar and yet so distant. Or maybe it's just that people like to take me for a fool, play around with my feelings and see what my response will be like.

I want to hate you but i can't bring myself to. Paradox, much?

Wait a minute.

What was the point of this post again?