I have decided to delete the previous post. Situations evolve ever so quickly. And my emotions too. That now I am just another confused boy you see. Anything.

Biotechnologies draft proposal thing is due tomorrow. As an official deadline chaser(that is our group name or so claimed), I have the duty to last minute work. So, here I am searching all over the web for methods of electrophoresis. and, I am reminded that there is an English sometime this week.

And a maths test this Thursday. Maths test, oh, maths tests. I really hate them. I have no faith in numbers. Merging of chapter 10 and 11, how I hate it. Ratio, Percentage and Speed! I simply cannot understand formulas! I have no flair for maths; no fate with numbers. Long problem sums make me want to...do something else. Maths tests that last forty-five minutes tells me that the test is going to consist of many questions, and long ones at that. And, every time there is a maths test, is how I hope I could actually pass the test. Darn, unlike others my maths is so darn terrible.

Tomorrow is the presentation for Chinese! And 105 better prepare their speeches or else I am so going to be murdered. And have to improvise everything on the spot! No! At least no preparation needed?

Rah, sleepy. I dare not do so many things any more. Someone save me; from so many things. Anyone, save me; from anything.

Night, people who actually read this blog. Because I no longer believes anyone can stand reading whole chunks of paragraphs stuffed with nonsense and crap that is of no use to anyone except me myself. So, yeah; night, if there's anyone.