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Breathe

This is frustrating. I ranted out so well and all it takes was an accidental click and the whole entry's gone. I am beyond infuriated (obviously this doesn't show). But then again, I can always rant twice.

As I was typing before, the things I have to do and have to complete by this week and next week have completely exceeded the existing resources I have now :(

I have three ongoing projects to do and I have been multi-tasking like crazy. There's paediatric psych presentation slides to tidy up, french powerpoint slides and presentation script and MNO report and presentation, again. It's crazy. The worst feeling is knowing that there are people around you who are somehow depending on you (well we are all depending on each other in groupwork) and it's tearing me apart. But I am only human and I can only do things one at a time. And I hate to admit and to have reached this state but I completely abhor how the academic aspect of french is slowly killing off my intrinsic interest and enjoyment in the language itself. It's like I totally LOVE and ADORE french, so it's not fair that academics can actually diminish your passion for something. And of course I'm not only talking about french, it does generalise almost to everything. Ah well, we'll see about that once my presentations/projects are over.

Thank God, I am not losing my soul yet.

The true essence of being an undergraduate has finally dawned on me this very semester, that sometimes I just have to mind my own business and drown in the things I have to do, rather than how I used to seek exciting things just to create that illusion that at least there's something positive and happening in my life. Now, I just don't seek out those things anymore. Simply because, I get used to how it is already.

But yes, I do look forward to the good outcome of all of these.

Note to self: Breathe!
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