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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Pending shoes

My math's getting faulty. I can't even do simple calculations anymore. Maybe because the maths that i'm currently learning is so cheem.

It's like, dy/dx = [ V (du/dv) - U (dv/du) ] / V2

Huh. Take that.

Every Tuesday's merayap session always make me feel damn tired during the next day. I couldn't even wake up for my 8am lesson today. I woke up at 10am.

Nonsence.

And the lecturer was praising me just the other day for my good attendance with the fact that i need constant reminder to behave myself in class.

I think i skipped Wednesday's classes so often that of the friends actually messaged me in the wee hours of the morning just to ask whether i'll be attending class later on.

Terrible.

Anyway, i thought that i could get some pending work done IF i was able to wake up early but too bad for me, i woke up late. But thank god i was able to clear it during Fluid's class. (when the laptop wasn't allowed to be on. )

I just remembered that my class is for 2hours tomorrow. 12pm - 2pm. pfffftt. I simply couldn't be bothered to attend class tomorrow but i couldn't be bothered staying at home more for the whole day.

grrrrrr...... anybody to accompany me? (desperate plea during desperate times)

And thank god i came back early and took the initiative to check the letterbox because, lo and behold! Ngee Ann sent me a "Letter Of Advice" about my past exam results.

good grief.

My night cycling, not yet confirmed, the number of participants. Don't wanna fail this module. It'll look rididulous.

New shoes, new shoes.

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