How do you mend something when a piece is stolen?

Haven't blogged in a looooooooooong time. Must take this time to say:

I love my LTB mates!!

However, we're all very sian-diao liao.

I am now officially slotted in the inane mugger catagory... I do quantitative finance, I re-wrote my b***** consolidated learning journal, I do all my assignments before the deadline... hmmmmmmmm...

But I don't study till the eleventh hour.

Peer evaluation is so hard!! I'm sure we all deserve an A. But I'm gonna get marked down for saying that...

By the way, if any of you 4.3-ers are looking at this... I'M NOT DRINKING ALCOHOL. Okay.

I'm looking forward to the end of LTB... every new beginning starts from some other beginning's end (who finds that familier?)... hoping for something to start, but we'll see... in any case, something still lingers...

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There's blood on my hands. I am Lady Macbeth. It won't wash off.

I am worse than Lady Macbeth. I didn't put the knife back in. I just let it happen.

Time moves on, but time is stagnant.

Time ends now. Time begins now.
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I'm muttering gibberish. That's what you get from a mugger.

PS: I also love my comms group, but we really don't have much time together.