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Tuesday, March 06, 2007
3RD IN A ROW

Why can't all these "(extended) family dinners" ever end?
Truth be told, I'm actually a lil sick of them.
I know I should shut up and be grateful but they're really getting to me.
Since I still owe my dad one (for not saying anything about my 40-min-long MIA for the 2nd dinner just so I could catch the 1st half of the Liv-Utd match in peace), I can't exactly get away with this. Oh well.

Assignment, GP synopsis + MMR result slip (!!) , I'm sure most of us are not exactly in the best of moods, hence the crap-iness and/or emo-ness.
Plus, it's the last mod in Ad Dip ): And then.. *sigh*

Currently, I'm 99% brain-dead so I can't possibly go on; need to catch some sleep before I get stuck in the bubble during class tomorrow afternoon.
G'night! (:

collection of memories @ 1:35 AM