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Saturday, September 09, 2006

I've been at home for more than 48 hours, probably around 50 hours by now. I think that's more than the time my sister spends at home in a week.

(And Amy, if you read this, please don't find me naggy. But I really think that you should reset your priorities, because life isn't going to be like this forever. There'll be exams to pass and work to do. You'll need to make you own living in some years time, so please give the future some thought.)

So back to staying at home for this long. Gosh, I'm fast going crazy. And fat. Scratch that. "Fat" is such an ugly word. And I'm not some anorexic bimbo wannabe. Nah, I'm simply going to die from an overdose of mooncakes, ice-cream, oreo wafer bars, caramel cookies, Nestle cereal and the most decadent of all, KFC delivery.

Suddenly MJC canteen food seems refreshingly welcome. Bah.

♥ The lights faded at 6:09 pm