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Friday, November 30, 2007 2:58 pm

Again.

Dad's on leave today. Mum will be home late today. So it's pretty much quality 'Father-Son' time for the rest of the day. To put it in other words, it's to stare at the blank walls and say "Hello", "What you want to eat later", "Don't know", to each other for the next few hours.
I think my parents intended to have two children. The reason being that we live in a 5 room flat which isn't that really big a deal. But then, all that empty space and room for only 3 souls to live in, it's pretty pathetic. I did have a 'brother' the other time not too long ago. I know I cursed and whined a bit when he's around but you can't blame me. 16 years of being single and suddenly there comes this critter that steals my room, my computer and my air-con and my bed. Eh. How about I go to your house and take all of your belongings. But no larh, I am very kind. =)
I don't mind having siblings; just don't make them like instant noodles.

I am reading again. For the past few weeks, I just finished another Agatha Christie. I am finishing Murder She wrote and starting on King Rat. I like the latter book; suppose it's a guy thing but whatever.

I am am a tight budget this couple of days. On the average, I spend about 8 dollars already. That's the mean daily amount. Gee. I wonder how much 'beating' my savings can take. 8 times 7 = 56 dollars. Weekly pocket money is 30 bucks and including transportation it would be 40 dollars. I am spending more than I can get. Bad bad bad.
But then.
Heh heh heh.
I got something up my sleeve.
Another time then.


this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.