don worry
i`ve too many things to do before i die...
i`m writing my formulas on a peice of paper to bring in tmr... (
allowed )
it`s supposed to be the last paper of my life if everything goes
well....
anyway my room no air con. and the bed is v warm, the weather is
so hot,
n i don dare to slp also..
sad dreams always makes me cry, cuz they`ll always seem so
real..
wah... can bring in formula sheet, so good life...
last paper of your life!! *envious* go go babyboy go! =D look
really forward to passing tomorrow's paper k!
and no lah, sleeping in this mood doesn't mean you'll dream of
sad things... maybe you'll dream of me frolicking in a
mountain-high pile of kettle chips =D
