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Friday, June 19, 2009 10:20 AM

I AM SO SCREWED.
This four words kept appearing in my mind. My mind is blank except for these words. I am seriously very very very screwed ):

I'm supposed to leave for sunny island Phuket tomorrow with a carefree mind to lead a 4-day carefree life with my lovely boy. But now, not only am I leaving with a heavy heart and a mind full of the freaking HROD report, I'll be left with ONE DAY to complete it before doomsday on Fri.

Tell me what to do man. I'm so scared and so worried. I am close to tears whenever I think of it. In case any of you don't know, I am a procrastinator, a goddamn fucking procrastinator. Meaning I always push my limits to the real limit and start panicking and worrying when deadline is damn near, and I'll start to cry and panic whenever I talk to someone about it or when people ask about it. I was like that in poly, and I haven't change a bit.

I'm really at a loss. For the first time, I wish I wasn't at work right now, I wish I was in the library doing the goddamn research.

I just thought it's a damn bad timing for holiday; his parents' excessive worries about H1N1 and my report deadline. URGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! ):

Life's never been fair, has it? Just what the fuck have I gotten myself into?

She's taken her next step. What is mine? ):