I've never been so flustered all my life, not even during the major exams. This time, it's for real. Where to go, what to do, how to apply, when to apply, etc. Being worked up has its limits, and I think I'm already spilling over. But no matter how much adversity I'm going to face on the road ahead, I'm prepared to take it on without holding back. I'll give my everything.
I'm still having an internal with my wallet, negotiating a deal that will make me happy without excavating its bottom. I'm definitely keen on the PSP, but I'm yearning for a discman. But the situation on hand's… weird. PSPs are everywhere, but there's no sign of a presentable discman. What an irony life is.
And I finally found "Dulce et Decorum est". It's a secondary school literature piece, but I just had this sudden urge to find it and keep it permanently with me before the garang guni man gets his hands on it. Beauty and anguish of literature. How tragic.
My PC's been ressurected for the nth time. Hopefully, it'll stay this way.
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