#1357

"When they bloom, they shine.
When they wither, they change.
That moment, which seems eternity."
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Was dealing with a different thing this afternoon, like finally.
Was colouring like mad because I've 21 trees.
1 tree required me to use at least 2 markers and 2 colour pencils.
So whole afternoon, busy switching colours and shade.

Quite a lot down, many more standing and submission coming Friday.
I wonder how I'm going to survive the submission and the individual presentation.
Once bitten, twice shy.
I'm afraid of being drilled in front of the class and broke down with tears, again.
Somehow I've this confidence that I'll do better than before.
Somehow I've this confidence that they will stun upon my presentation.
Somehow I've this confidence that I'll rank top 10 for this project.
Somehow I've this confidence that I'll hear praises.
And, many things to do tomorrow but no idea where to approach first.
But I'm worrying about what to wear tomorrow than what to do.
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Shall check the sistic for tickets before I sleep.
And this makes me feel pathetic.