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Friday, December 5, 2008 { 10:13 PM }

Forgiveness is the act of admitting we are like other people.

yup.....didn't blog for really long....haha.....cus this whole week is exam, exam and still exam....this times the MST....haiz.....doesn't noe whether can help my target for each of the module a not....

for MOB really scare will fail cus like i forget to ans the problem....like wat the hell.....
then for Stats think will be ruin by the theory qns....
ITAB is total disaster
accounts is haiz......i dunno wat to say
and finally econs.....dunno whether can get A a not....

haiz.....forget it....since over le means over le.....now can only wait for the results to release when school reopen....from now it is holiday....but money is flying real fast....two bbq coming and guess wat.....for this two bbq i need to pay 20 bucks....like lol....so ex lor.....make things worse....christmas coming....lol.....

today aft the econs exam....went to sing K wif sam kenneth peh horng and jin hao....was like so funny lor during the session....cus kenneth like old times, shout instead of sing....haha....

and sorry to her for like draging the time in the promise i made......ps....
now for the joke....A Reflective Picture...
After living in the remote wilderness of Kentucky all his life, an old codger decided it was time to visit the big city. In one of the city’s stores, he picked up a mirror and looked in it. Not knowing what it was, he remarked, “How about that! Here’s a picture of my daddy.”
He bought the “picture,” but on the way home remembered that his wife, Lizzy, didn’t much like his father. So he hung it in the barn, and every morning before leaving for the fields, he would go there and look at it.
The man’s many trips to the barn began to draw Lizzy’s suspicion. One day after her husband left, she searched the barn and found the mirror. As she looked into the glass, she fumed, “So that’s the ugly bitch he’s runnin’ around with.”