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Routine routine geez

Hoooooomagawd!! It took me about 15s to realise that I was soaping with shampoo just now. I was like wondering why on earth do I smell like Pantene?! Must have loads on my mind, geez. Actually it's because of this I begin to ponder the chemical fundamentals of shampoo and whether it can be used as a substitute for shower gels, hmm. If I were to stay in a rural, suburb many distance away from the city and I only have shampoo and the only shop which sells soap run out of stock, can I use it to soap myself? Actually how on earth do cavemen shower, or do they even shower?! Why am I even thinking about this?!

As always I have other callings such as cognitive test creeping up (darn it, we only knew the test coverage yesterday and the test will be next wednesday, 1 week for almost the whole book?!). And tweaking of my finalised health psych report due tomorrow 6 pm. And also I will have to perfect my makcik-malay accent for tomorrow's presentation (if you're interested to know what project this is, ask away). To be honest, it is difficult :( But I foresee it's gonna be fun as eva will be doing a local indian accent and congyi, chinese singlish accent woohoo.

I cannot wait for next wednesday to be over so I can concentrate on other things, and perhaps delving into finals revision already. And shit, I totally forgot about French. I forgot to bring lecture material again today, it seems like I automatically make my way to french classes just to listen to stories to the extent that I forgot to bring my textbook. But yes, the issues that are being discussed in class are really interesting to listen to that I forgot this is a language here that I'm consciously supposed to study. Tsktsk.

And shut it, I have to be a nerd because who the hell doesn't study in here? Only closet muggers would say otherwise. If we were to label "nerds" here, then I guess everyone would fit that description and there's no point really. So study away people. A couple more years to liberalism. I'm still contemplating as to which would be better. Studying life or working life.

There are really much more interesting things I'd like to blog about but it's toodles for now. Schoolwork, rawr :/
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