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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

There's something unlike me. Maths quiz tomorrow. First thing in the morning. I already felt the pressure. I hope I could at least pass it. Now I'm having a break after just revising the basics. Hm... I knew I could pass. I knew I could do it.

What ever things I wrote, numbers or letters, its like writting a love letter. I don't know why but that's strange. She's the epitome of my studies. It's so hard for me to study but, I'll try my best.

Hm... I'm hungry, maybe I blog again after I finished studying.

11:05 pm
Razzi Stifler