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![]() -=| My last words... |=- I am so not looking forward to this year’s Chinese new year. I have to finish this term’s work by this week, and next week would be for us to present all our work. And as for Chinese New Year I would be left with touch ups, work on-s to do. The nearer the date of presentation approaches, the more frustrated I am. Worst thing is that the online portal to notify us about our work is down. I’m so dying. I guess I’ll have to stop blogging for a while, till I’ve caught up with the times at least. I have wasted enough time, I do not have enough time, and Chinese New Year is near. Spring-cleaning is going to be a killer. My room has returned to its original state, into a dump, and I have to get it cleaned up. Due to the recent reshuffling of the rooms, there are appliances to be rewired, furnishings to be readjusted, and many more stuff to boggle my mind with. My contextual lecturer is so going to murder me. The 1000 word essay is still undone. She wants us to impress the press. Guess what? I feel depress about the mess in my nest. Seated in my desk, I want to rest, but I’m just too bordered with my quest. I have to go get a stretched canvas later at art friend. I better get going and rush home to get my internal work done. |
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Name : Joel Xiang Desheng P3RS0N@L!TY
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