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far from the madding crowd
Monday, February 22, 201010:08 PM


surprisingly it is already a week of CNY and i didn realise i work the entire week and only now to i feel extremely tired. well. what else can i do. its CNY for god sake. what shops are open and im sure its going to be pack to wherever shops are open. true? so it would be silly of me making plans.

i dislike festive season i would find my way out to escape from my no(i)sy relatives. trust me. each year they would ask me the same question. 'are you still studying?', 'where are you studying?', 'what course are you doing?', 'when are you graduating?', 'do you have a boyfriend?', 'when are you getting married?' the same old question that im kinda sick of answering. and all i could ever do is smile. im not much of a talker especially when it cames to talking to mature people. ask my mom.


anyhoots.


i made time to paint my room pink :) my dad bought all kind of colours for us to paint our room. it took me two days to paint my room. yes. it was tiring. but worth it. my sister help a little. she just love the idea of painting a room but when it actually comes to it, just give her an hour or maybe less and she will wonder somewhere else leaving me with the painting. how typical





unfortunately, i got tired and fell asleep. i woke up by the sound of my sister singing to the karaok (a new channel starhub has been promoting) and came down to join the fun. we were singing our lungs out. for one, we cant sing. thats what my dad, the party pooper, tells us all the times. but who cares. we were having soo fun that we totally ignore him.

well.. its late and i better hit the sheets. wherever it is. and im working in the afternoon later. wont wanna be late :)