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Sunday, October 18, 2009

In less than 48 hours' time..

I'll be back at the campus in Clementi.
I'll be waking up at 6-fucking-am.
I'll be so away from my comfiest bed.
I'll be stuck in a class with Peishi as the only comforting face.
I'll be facing a screwed up timetable.
I'll be having problems meeting Sheldon after school, taking in hand that his timetable is literally unbeliveably slackish. That would also mean he'll have more days working at CK Jeans when he can, for his Vespa.

Vespa. Omg, if Sheldon really gets a Vespa. I cannot wear skirts anymore. That is if he gets one. Which probably would happen because he's the sort of person that makes everything he wants happen for him.

My mum was just told me that my new maid's 18 years old. I was like WTF and it made me feel like a spoilt brat wasting my life away with no life achievements(yet, hopefully) while another 18 year old's so far away from home, living with strangers under the same roof.. all for the sake of her family. Pretty brave, and amazing. Now it makes things so hard for us to make things hard for her.. which was something we didn't do with the previous maid who eventually took things for granted.

Got to wake up tomorrow morning for porridge breakfast with my folks wlao I can't believe I promised them.

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