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And I'm in love with being queen

It's been a busy busy few weeks, and it'll be a very busy few more weeks. I wouldn't be in such a deep pit of stress now if not for my silly mistakes in my simulation project. What could have been done in 2 days ended up taking me 7 days due to my carelessness. Thankful for really concerned, nice and helpful coursemates who entertain my silly ramblings and endless questions of how-tos and i-don't-knows and then proceeding to offering me their solutions and helping me debug my circuits. I am really grateful and touched (': Even people whom I never really thought of as 'nice' have been going out of their way to help me. Blessed.

Came across this on @tippytoess instagram:

And it wets my eyes.


To teach me a lesson and to keep me safe during a perilous time. That's exactly what you did. I'm sorry that the time couldn't be longer, but I take heart that my home is once again a home to me. Thank you for providing a home away from home when despair was all abound.


Back to work I go.

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