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Thursday, December 18, 2008

my goodness i can just kill a freaking cow now. packing every single thing in the house into the boxes makes me nuts. seriously.

the fact is, moving sucks. major time. or rather, just the packing up. and i wont want to imagine about the unpacking. OMG.

it feels weird emptying my whole room. throwing away the tutorials feel damn good though. still, the notes are left untouched and im intending to bring them over. maybe cos i feel a connection between myself and the notes. HAH ok rubbish la ah. i just dont feel secure throwing them away.

so much for last minute packing. man i overestimated myself.

its 2.20am.
the house is in a huge mess.
ive not even bathe and am damn freaking tired.

im craving for toffee nut frap now and you know what.

I CAN NOW KILL MORE THAN JUST A COW!!


2:12 AM