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Monday, January 4, 2010 . 1/04/2010 01:32:00 AM

It's 1.30 am in the morning. I'm heading to school in another bloody 6 hours. 

This 3-week holiday shouldn't be called a holiday. It's like, we're off, and then, poof, we're back. 

I haven't packed my bag yet. Maybe tomorrow morning. Hopefully, the cup of milo can keep me awake for the rest of the day. It's gonna be a late day tomorrow. Oh, it's today. Crap.

I'm jealous of R, E, and J. Okay. Maybe not so much of J. I know she's working now. They're all waiting for their results. They don't have to cram math or physics formulas into their brain anymore. That is, if they don't take science or math again.

Hopefully I can wake up on time later in the morning. Really, I hope.