Boo. That’s the sleeping pants my mom made for me years ago. And I tore it yesterday ;__;

I guess my mom will throw it away. Bye my dear sleeping pants. You served me well throughout the years.

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I’ve been slacking too much the previous weeks. And now I’m starting to get a little paranoid. I suppose it’s a good sign. If not I won’t start on anything.

My 310 report is still rotting around. Same goes to my FYP. I’ve done nothing after handing up my chapter one. Oh wait, I came out with an outline for another chapter. But I’ve not start thinking on how to go about writing it.

I haven’t email my mentor about my progress for a looooooong while. She’s going to condemn me soon.

Argh.

Time to start writing my 5k-8k report. I hope I can cough out so much words by tomorrow ~_~