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Yawning in public is unglam. 
I remember getting called out by the etiquette class teacher for yawning too publicly. Oh wells, but I'm kind of sleepy maxxed right now. Am in YIH yawning away happily. 

Finally sort of done with my essay. I won't stop editing it until the deadline is up though. Insecure insecure insecure. 
EE1001 profs, would you make it clear what you guys want? 

Lenovo, why do you put your 'Function' key where the left 'Ctrl' key is. I'm having trouble getting used to it. Now I can't use the 'Ctrl' function without not looking at the keyboard. Either that, or I'll have to get used to using the right 'Ctrl' key.

Do all moms love to take out everything and reorganise their daughter's things??
Math test on Wednesday  Tuesday (sian ttm I don't even know my schedule), and now I don't know where the fuck are all my things.
Hate people touching my things.... -.- She never gets it. 

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