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18 August 2007 10:00 PM
My dad commented yesterday during lunch that I had this fasting spell that hits me everytime the examination period comes round. He says I stress too much, and although I am particularly flattered he cared, I hate to disappoint but daddy dearest that is not a reason. Honestly I cannot find a reason for my periodic eating disorder, but I do know it has nothing whatsoever to do with stress and the pressure to pass. Maybe I just have this automatic body clock that makes me go on a hunger strike against examinations.




That is my past week. A simple unedited collage for you. I ought to get back to my revision and crack this brain of mine because as you can tell, I am not focused.

Till then,
Goodbye.


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