The Med or The Mad?: 4/12

Sunday, July 04, 2010

4/12

I can't believe I'm saying this... but I need a bit more STRESS to keep the momentum up! Apathy is doing me no good.

And I have so much to catch up from the previous postings...why oh why. Why didn't I finish everything in their respective postings?

I remember being stressed out at the beginning of the year (yes the irony!) but the stress slowly dissipated as time passed (as per usual -_-). But now it's about 4 months till end of the year exams. One of the most MAJOR ones that I will ever sit for.

Get this into your brain, you silly girl.

FOUR MONTHS left.

Good!! Time to start freaking out!!

PS: For those who are not medically in tuned, this post's title is written in the way in medical notes to mean 4 months. For eg, 6 weeks would be written as 6/52.

PPS: Right, what's with the recent title obsession with numbers. lol.

PPPS: Since we are on the business of post-scripting, have you realised that I'd just updated my profile description. Thought that this one sounds cooler than the previous one :P

2 comments:

Titus Tang said...: Your profile description sounds like a narrator describing a epic story... lol; 11:33 PM
Zzzyun said...: hahaha... got so cool meh!! at least it sounded more interesting than the previous one ;); 2:23 PM

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