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Thursday, August 17, 2006


I'm bopping along to crazay perk-me-up hiphop at 5.45 in the morning. The time where I'm usually swearing at my handphone.

No, I didn't wake up early. More like... I didn't sleep at all. Jeanchup and I held a nightlong vigil to rush our WR. And it's complete and utter shit, man. I think it's like 2% complete, it's nowhere near a draft (I called it Draft Halved), and Cai and I just kept reassuring each other that we'll discuss it tomorrow. I wonder if she ate anything the whole night long. :)

Anyway, tmr we shall get screamed at for our 2% Draft, which is, although complete and utter shit, since we didn't read each other's work and just dumped it all together, and since every five minutes we'd go OH SHIT oh well never mind we'll edit it later, and about 1734 words long (I did alot of shitty flowcharts)... it's still 82 freaking pages.

Cai's going to flip when she comes back from her morning shit. Ha. Time to load weird whacked songs into my headphoneless Zen. Sigh.

Naidu

NUTS never stand alone,
we come in a packet
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