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Wednesday, January 04, 2006 @ 10:19 am
officially started packing last night. or was it early this morning? it just amuses me when I plop my big coat in the suitcase and it just takes up half of the storage space. ok, I'm weird, just like what my sis said on the phone. don't you just love siblings?

dunno whether it's just me but I've been helping myself to generous helpings of fights lately. not intentionally, of course. I may be weird, but I'm not that stupid. would totally understand if my bickering opponent was mum cos' well, what else is new? however, dad has jumped into the band wagon and thus, causing my temperature to spike when he's home. fang says it's cos' I'm leaving and it's stressing them. jie & I reckon that it's the empty nest syndrome. what with the 4 kids all gone. whatever it is, can they wait till I leave? I mean, is this how they're going to bid me farewell? with a whole lot of barking, shouting and disagreeing? I think fang was very amused at the way I was slamming my fingers on the keyboard, typing stuff like fjdshf78q3264092nsfd. by the way, fang's down south today. she did invite me, but after all the sh*t that's been going on at home, I'd just be inviting myself to another good round of shelling.

today, the toll stands at 8. 8 days before I'm leaving. and I spent today avoiding my father who has a day off by watching csi season 3. thank God for xin for providing me with entertainment & to keep my mind off things.

oh yes, my nails are now clean-looking, in time for my ielts test this weekend. didn't want to scare my examiners away. and I don't think it's a good impression I'm gonna leave behind in college anyways, with my black nails. I don't mind the little twits kids pointing and telling their parents about my 'dirty' nails. it doesn't bother me. I'm just amused at the way they get scared of me, especially with black eye-liner on. boo.

it's been a while since I posted a song. since everyone's just embarking on college life, here's a song I heard kor singing along to last sunday.

I can't be held responsible
She was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love
In the first place
For the life of me
I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise
And we'd never compromise
For the life of me
I cannot believe
We'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
My best friend took a week's vacation
To forget her
His girl took a week's worth of valium
And slept
And now he's guilt stricken
Sobbing with his head on the floor
vervepipe _ freshmen.

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