Friday, October 26, 2007 @9:31 PM
after 2 weeks of dirty clothes piling up, i finally did my laundry.
i realised i have so many clothes that i can actually survive not doing laundry till i go back home.
which is nuts.
but i decided to do it anyway since my already small room is getting smaller with the piling clothes and its quite an eyesore to see one huge mountain of unwashed clothes in the laundry thing.
the second reason why i couldnt be bothered to do laundry was because i realise i've become so busy its hard to find a time to actually get down to doing it.
besides, abi and i are always busy at different times, and to find a free time where we both can do laundry together is surprisingly difficult.
ohwell, i'm just glad its done.
now its the folding of clothes that i have to do.
lol.
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i've officially finished the last day of school of year1.
somehow there isnt really a sense of liberation you get when you have yr last day in say, like jc or secsch.
its just different.
erica says its cos we've never worked for it. so sch or exams or holidays feel the same- everyday is holiday to us.
when i look around and see all those muggers who study 24/7 and pretty much have no life and then complain about not being able to finish studying, i realise how messed up i am. i forsee the coming week will be one with little sleep, ugly eyebags, bigtshirt and shorts and jumper, lots of tea and milk and oranges and no life.
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wifey will you stop going shopping so often!
you have to study study study okay please dont be like me.
you better study hard okay love:) do me proud:)
besides, i know you're smarter than all those muggers who study like crazy but get poopoo pathetic marks(i can just imagine you laughing because you and i both know what i'm referring to HAHAHA)
oh, to my students who msged to tell me how o level chem paper went,
i'm happy for you:)
to all my lovelies at home,
I'M COMING BACK SOON!
to all those who care and love,
please pray for me okay.
i need to get up in discipline.
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so i type,
i see one of those nicks pop up on my screen.
its foreign, but i recognise it;
not because i've seen it before, but because i understand.
inside out, everything.
i click on it, and i am right. AGAIN.
it shocks me how, after so damn long,
i still get you in a way no one else does.
hah, but you'll never admit it, will you.
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insufficient, it really is insufficient.
the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
oh help my unbelief,
help me in my weakness.
that i may find strength.
