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Saturday, April 2

I have never been this sleep-deprived before. And the rain clouds are passing over, dark ... gloomy ... cooling ... I very much just wanna plop back into bed! But damn this 20% Social Psych presentation. Dang damn darn!

It is the 2nd of April, and my finals commence in a mere period of 24 days. I am seriously fretting. I don't really have an idea as to what's going on with at least 3 out of my 5 modules. These bloody webcast lecture-d modules ... EVIL, I say! I have tonnes of readings to complete, and the fact that I have not even ripped the plastic off my Management & Organisation textbook scares me. All the effort and hard work I put in last semester to pull up my bottom-plunging CAP will be thrown down the drain. So much to do so little time. If only I had 30 hrs a day, the extra 6 hrs would definitely be of a huge embrace.

I keep thinking of Brisbane, and the bonds I have established during my 1-week stay there. The quality of company honestly plays a huge role; I doubt strongly that I would have been able to have that much fun with a lost wallet, and 4 days of Aussie public holiday if I were with different company.

I miss Lana and her friends she introduced me to ... excellent company, all of them. It's quite intriguing how a mere 7 days can change things so much, but I wonder how long the effects are gonna stay till.

Everytime my Aunt from Toronto comes over to stay with us, we all get so sad when she has to leave, thinking we'll miss them a lot, but that only lasts for a day, and we revert to our normal lives. The same thing happens when my friends leave to study abroad, we'll be really upset and all, thinking at THAT point in time, how much we'll miss one another. Indeed, I still miss all of them, but it was not as bad as I thought to be. Adaptation. A harsh and hated thing, but of utmost necessity. Out of sight out of mind? Absence makes the heart grow fonder? Or forgetful. As much as I don't want things to change ... something's telling me, somehow it will.

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