sometimes, i get woken up by sheer bright table lamp, sometimes by phone calls and sometimes by my own biological clock. of late, i jolt myself up even before my sleep debt is duly paid. and when getting back to slumber is almost impossible, i am forced to get up in the wee hours of the morning.quite the irony that i would appreciate holiday in the past but hate it now. this is yet another incoherent post to let you guys know that im still alive but without a life.
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TP just mailed over my acedemic transcript.
urrgghh
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
sigh
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