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Sunday, December 17, 2006

Life like this..

So I updated my internet explorer and now I am staring at this rather foreign looking layout that will require much getting use to.

That’s how life is. Get shit thrown at you. Dwell in the shit hole for a while. And you move on (or get use to the stinky mess). Who knows, you’ll probably end up better off than before. (Of course, it could be worse, but it is always better to be optimistic.)

I hope I am making some sense. I’ve been talking a lot (like A L O T) ever since exams ended. That’s what five months of NUS do to you. This semester has been the craziest ever. I am just glad it is OVER and I finally emerged from the cave! *phew

I am dedicating my entire hols meeting up with random people and cliques, to Little Red Heels and to Collin (who is equally jobless but is freer than me, and that my jobless status is deliberate but not so much for him).

Praise the life of a student, minus the studying, plus the company of great school mates (the latter is questionable in my context but we save that for offline). I shall lead myself into believing that graduation is still miles away. *lalalalalaa (hmmm)

Anyhow, my dad can really be comical sometimes. Earlier on, he called me on my mobile asking me to return home earlier. Apparently, he and my mum shared a crab and took a canned drink each. Then according to him, my mum started to turn red and he began to feel giddy and wobbly all over.

It’s funny having your parents tell you such things. I was laughing all over, rather than feeling concerned. I arrived home to my sleeping parents and realised they finished the canned longan sakae my sis bought from Japan. Heh. Cute. So I see why none of my siblings are great drinkers. :)

Haven’t upload pictures for a while. Here’s just one from my gathering with my lovely childhood mates yesterday.


These are one of those really few people where you know you can totally let your guard down and speak from the heart. :)

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