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Ok I'm seated at some corner in the computers in the school library so I'm not overly conscious of people seeing that I'm blogging instead of doing school-related things. Is 15 minutes till french lecture. Just had a good BK meal while catching up with fadiah (love talking to her!). Just ended abnormal psych mid-term test, and I really have no comments about it though it's do-able but am uncertain of answers. Which is why MCQs are bad, and I abhor negative-making scheme. Since I don't check my nus email very often, I just saw this email about local exchange to SMU/NTU and I'm very much interested to go to either universities during year 3 semester 1! It's not as costly as overseas exchange although experiences will be limited since I'm still in the island of Singapore. But I really wanna know how it feels like to be in other schools, particularly SMU. Anyway, I foresee that the next 3 days will be busy for me since I've a 2000-words paper to write before midnight on Monday. I have to start and complete all my webcasts and catch up with readings again. Such vicious cycle! Other than that, I really want to read those chick lits, catch up with tv cos the cable has access to all channels free for a week only! Movies! And eff it, I haven't shopped for what seemed like ages.
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