Clumsy me. Luckily it still lies untouched on the table. Wanted to clean the whiteboard for Prof Yuen as well but I forgot that unbooked lecture halls are all locked.
I find peace by walking, intermittenly staring at the moon, imagining and allowing my mind to drift away.
At this point, I felt like layers of thin shacky woods being compressed just to form a solid looking plywood.
Sometimes, it's ok to feel weak, be weak. Let loose of being strong.
It shall be a tough week.
Cheer up!
Yangmeiting.
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