| it's time to learn the ultimate ting xie in preparation for the mental lao sai later! never give them a chance.. |
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| after more than 6 episodes of how i met your mother, a cup of milo and 4 wang wangs,
the drip is finally starting to feel better.
maybe the drip is a sign of stress. today i was basically finding ways to prevent the drip.
i ran, i drank tom yam, i had a lot of tea, but could those have made it worse?
in my frantic attempt to get rid of the drip, i had activated my sympathetic nervous system..
which releases..
ok.. i think i should stop..
but basically i can't sleep! which brings me to why i'm watching a comedy in the middle of the night.
anyways. the weather's crazy. it's cold again.
maybe the drip is my hidden ability of telling the weather.
80% cocoa butter? way to go to have a bitter after taste.
i'm not brushing my teeth tonight.
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| i hate my nose.
if i had a choice, i would poke a straw into my nasal meatus and suck out all the contents from the paranasal sinuses using a vacuum cleaner.
i can't study when i'm dripping. gravity has to play a part as well. when i'm reading my textbook, all i can see are smudged words on a set of notes slowly getting wet.
damn tu lan.
argh.
the dent on the macbook doesn't help me feel better.
maybe i'll go restaurant city again.
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| My bag was a little colder than usual. Thinking that it's just the weather, i ignored it. i got on the bus and opneded my bag to get my sandwich. i realised my bottle had leaked and my whole bag was wet from within. my bag is water-proof. my only set of anatomy notes was inside. i have forgotten to bring my sandwich. FML.
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