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another day has come and gone. and with it, hopes and dreams, disappointments and failures. and yet the beauty of it all, or some might say the tragedy, is the simple but ultimate fact that we will not know the identity of its consequences until a good amount of time. to count that a bane or boon, i myself am unsure. is it a blessing to remain in the dark, wondering about the outcome of your labour (or lack thereof)? or a curse to suffer the trauma of suspense, every day, every hour, every moment.
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to think that i did not notice a simple thing like the time on my posts. well since the time on my wordpress is finally corrected, thats one problem solved. with countless left to take their shot at me.
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chinese was relatively fine. not too easy, not too difficult. well, not that theres ever been a chinese paper so hard it just makes you want to break down and cry. nevertheless, when i was writing the essay, i found myself not only thinking in english, but with my words framed in the very same format i see in front of my face right now. the wordpress display. it might be that the idea of writing a blog post as an essay messed around with my mind, or it could be the fact that ive been blogging everyday for a time now.
history was tough, in my opinion at least. the problem with me studying for history is that most of the time, the dates and names that i remember never appear in my answers, despite the fact that they obviously should. somehow i find myself ending off every answer feeling that it is lacking something. time will tell.
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oh its such a pain to see the neon lights, flashing on and off, enough to stir anyone into a fit of epilepsy. especially when theyre screaming out your name. oh if i were blind, and didnt see you.
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singtel called me up today for a survey. i must apologise to them for sounding bored and uninterested, giving them mundane answers for every question. still, thats what you get. pleased to be of service.
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in my head