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First day of Week #12 just came to an end. Say what? I still remember waking up confused as hell because I couldn't figure out the timing of my lecture. (Yes, once in a while I do experience those moments...)

Anyway, I decided to head to the Post Office before going to school because I had some really important documents to revert back to my internship company. ☺️ Zoomed to school as fast as I could since I didn't want to miss the quiz and so glad I managed to make it in time. 😊

Everything after that went pretty much on a downhill. We had lunch, headed back to school and I was gradually falling into a food coma.

It's terrible but at least I finished my Korean homework and extend my part of a report (due next Thursday) by 2 pages or so. My 3-hour break turned out more productive than I expected it to. 😌

I have no idea why but I've been having a really bad headache since lunchtime. 😔 It makes me feel part crippled because I can't concentrate or do anything. It's really annoying... 😪

I know for sure I'm going to K.O when I get home. I don't mind though, only if I didn't have so many things to do. 😕

Sigh, I wish I had more time or felt better to do something useful when I get home. 😶
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