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Monday, November 3, 2008, 10:03 PM
after six long weeks, i finally attended pharm. chem lesson. i felt like some lost stranger in class, not knowing what was happening around me. for a moment, everyone seemed like they were speaking in Greek. i think am not fated to be in this class, cause even before i reached school, i felt sick. my throat was so sore and i was down with such bad flu. now, i sound like some transsexual cause i'm on the verge of losing my voice. and so, i left class after presenting and made my way to jurong east library with rosey and shakthee to do my report.

the report's progressing slowly and steadily. i should be done with the draft by wedsnesday. i can't wait to submit the report, then later the poster will be done quickly together with the presentation. and FYP's over. DONE AND OVER WITH.

Oo. and my birthday's coming soon!!! *hints to everyone*

on a random note. i hate being at home on the days when both my parents are on leave. they tend to get so worked up over the slightest issue. and they start nagging and shouting away. it's irritating. especially after a long day. haiz.

on a more happy note. i'm meeting my sweetheart tomorrow. exactly after 14days. (= i really can't wait. i might have a hard time sleeping tonight. i love you.