My schedule's all packed till the last week of December. I feel like I can't breathe... Even though, all my dates have nothing to do with s_____ (It becomes a swear word during the hols.). Which makes the whole I-can't-breathe thing strange. Oh wells. The hols are passing faster than Facebook status updates.
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I realized that I haven't read a single book since last semester started, which is sending me into massive panic attacks. I cannot lose my ang moh self in the midst of numbers. And despite my pathetic command of the language (And it is still regressing by the day.), I think it's my only redeeming factor.
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