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Monday, July 28, 2008
My Second Home
School seems to be my second home.
Time spent in school is longer than at home
and traveling to school had quite been tiring for this few weeks.
Can't wake up on time and had to rush to school.
Zzz.
1 project is down and don know how many more to go.
I can feel the fatigue in my body and i need some rest and sleep
in order for me to move on with my work.
Well, i'm now in school and i shall go back to work.
flashback.
posted @ 4:12 AM
