what that don't kill malcolm, only makes you stronger.
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Saturday, April 28, 2007
GAH! I know I am supposed to be mugging for my mid-years. Yet, I don't have the motivation to mug. You know how much I hate lazy weekend afternoons. There's nothing good on TV and no matter how much the fan is turned on, you just feel so warm. And you tell yourself 'One more hour and I WILL mug'. But when that hour comes, the cycle repeats. In other words, I AM PROCRASTINATING! I hate this. I WANT TO PASS MY MID-YEARS. In sec two, I would be aiming for distinctions but now, in Sec three, I aim for passes in A Maths and Physics. Am I doomed? Its 5.20 P.M and the day can't get any longer. GRRRRrrr. The inner She-Bitch is about to imerge.
5:15 PM

I'll give kryptonite to whoever who can tell me what wassup is in Chinese!

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