I'm tired... so tired...
I never thought I would be this tired.

Well, it's probably due to me staying up to 1 a.m. this morning to read yaoi manga and then forcing myself up at 4 a.m. to study my LAST. Yah, I know! It's my fault, I should blame myself for staying up so late...wait no, so early to read comics but...but! This kind of thing is beyond my control! I was so engrossed...

Anyways, I still manged through the LAST quiz - it ain't all that bad. Diana Chan is cute. Her questions are cute. But her jokes fail the lame-ness mark. =_=;
And what happens when you're running with just 3 hours of shut-eye and your mind is filled with yaoi stuff and not LAST pointers??
This:

You probably have to click it to see the larger version but yes, it's yaoi stuff beside the LAST notes. My hormones are outta' control...

Ohh, Dad, if you're seeing this, don't worry too much about it.
It's just a growing phase, present in many girls. It's pretty much harmless and not at all explicit.

God, he was so worried when he read my hate rant. But I ain't tellin' anybody!
I enjoyed it though, it made me feel much better. It made me feel alive. My angst were all released. I should do this more often.

By the way, I still think all guys are jerks. Male chauvanist pigs. Superficial baffoons.
Shiine, baka yarou!!!

And Eve is right... Why does everyone have to be SO kiasu?
Why is everyone SO worried about their marks?!
God dammit, grades aren't everything you know?!
Why can't everyone just cut loose??
Why is everyone competing with one another??
Aren't we all friends???
Will that ONE mark make such a difference?!?!
God, I hate this world sometimes...

And the LAST practical I had today? It was gross...
But the weirdest thing? I felt fine.
Am I turning into a monster? Am I becoming inhumane??
I mean, yes geez! I was kinda freaked out when I had to jab the capillary tube into the mouse's eye socket and rotate it around. But...my heart didn't quicken. My palms didn't sweat. My breathing was normal.

In fact, I felt at peace. Is it the mouse's spirit with me or something??
Poor Han Yin was all traumatized. I can't really help him. I can't comfort him cause I don't even feel what he feels!!!

*cut off*

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