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Thursday, January 29, 2009

School is totally suffocating AND dehumanising!
I feel like a machine.
I'm going to get lots of white hair at this stage.
The whole level had to retake the BNW quiz of which our entire class failed again.
Lit lecture was uhm.... powerful? and ended pass 1830 :O
MrsTan said January is still honeymoon for us (seriously, HONEYMOON?!!!!)
I have abrasion on my right thigh from crazycycling yesterday.
My butt and thighs hurt like mad.

Lit is like five subjects or more seriously. But nevertheless, I think I still like it.

Bio facts are floating around in my head.
Sometimes I think JC kids are all superpeople or sth. It's ONLY January.

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It's at times like this I realize so much more, things that were hidden from me before. Your sacrifices mean a lot more to me now because of this. I never understood before, but now I really do understand. And I can only imagine that my pain and suffering is magnified much more for you. I never knew because you never told me. But that can only mean one thing, our utter lack of communication. I gain new insights into everything that you told me once before. I realize how sheltered I was and how you allowed me to live in those fantasies. That was your method and it contains so much more depth. I was the superficial one and I cease to push the blame on you anymore. This was exactly the reason why I hated to be any form of a burden. I feel pretty horrible now that all my jumbled thoughts are headed to this direction. I ceased to care, so why should I pick up all these again? Because I was not courageous enough to continue with my quest, I'm still here.