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Sunday, 18 May 2008
Procrastinate

Edit.

I realise this is extremely random. But as I was doing my bio notes, there's this part about snake bites, those who do Bio will know what I'm talking about. AND!!! My dream last night just came back to me, I dreamt of snakes AGAIN! I want to stop dreaming about snakes please. I don't care if there's someone betraying me. It was quite a cool dream actually, I had a pet snake and it ate some animal, and then stupidly went out to lie in the cold so its enzymes were inactive and etc...again, Bio students will know where I'm heading. From Mrs Latham's Powerpoint to the Zoo teacher's short section on snakes.

Anyway, argh, enough about snakes, back to biology notes.

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Toes in the sand..

Honestly, I was always neutral in my heart but my mind was not. Did that make sense? Perhaps not, after all it's always the heart that leads with the mind protesting.

From your email, I guess you read my blog. Which is kind of scary, plus how did you even know my email. But anyway, I accept what you said in your email, fully, and still, you obviously don't know me very well because sending in an email two days later doens't make any difference. I'd have forgotten everything by today. Believe me or not, I do not hold grudges, and trust me, I did not have time to spend waking hours thinking malicious thoughts about you or being mad.

Today was full of procrastination. I need to complete my Bio notes, NEED TO!

It was freezing, freezing cold yesterday.

I need to stop spending money unnecessarily, so today I put everything in my wallet in for offering.

Is it just me or do sausages here taste really different, especially those pork ones. They're kinda gross actually. Pity, because I really like sausages.

As usual, my weekend is gone before it could make an imprint in sand. Two more days to trial exams. I guess trial exams aren't a big deal anymore, after all, it's just a trial.

I realise it's been exactly 4 months since I came. 18 Jan till 18 May. It's probably the quickest four months of my life, and probably the most "eventful" too. I've actually survived thus far, I remember February, March as the worst months.

love, 17:37
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