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Wednesday, September 07, 2005

If Life were truly a box of chocolates, like those in my fridge, Everyday would be a routine.

How I wish it were so. What with the O'levels Just around the corner. 50-something days. And with the prelims next week, I need all the concentration i can muster. But somehow, my whole family has chosen this time to go to Germany. This leaves my all alone at home with the newspapers, my grandma and the com. Guess which is top priority.

However, I have done plenty of revision and work. The priority thing is between the 3 items only.

Talking about chocolates, Sandra, you seriously need a chocolate dosage. I'd recommend solid choc, no cream, no milk, and certainly no alcohol. You're underage. Choc really helps to relieve stress. Now you know why I am so carefree.

I actually do care abou stuffs you know, only that the choc prevents me from portaying it as the worst-case scenario. It gives this kind of euphoria and enthusiasm commonly found in PSLs and seriously lame people. Like my Brother.

My brother and I eat chocolate on a regular basis. Like, every alternate day and Sunday. Then on every alternate day(the one which we're not eating choc), we find something else to complement dinner. Usually it's ice-cream, but if we really can't find anything we'll just go for the choc.

Is having less worries better? Some would say yes, and yet at this point of time I'd say no. THE Os ARE COMING!!!!

You shouldn't have seen that. OH, I just realised. My parents and brother are in Germany, and Germany is famous for it's chocolates. So we'll probably need a bigger refrigerator. Without getting rid of the old one. It'll fit up just about right.

Oh another thing. Just yesterday I was reading the Home Newspaper, and the frontpage was about this 13-year old violinist who is in NUS's Yong Siew Toh Conservatory. I should let my parents read it. Unfortunately, they're in Germany, and secondly, this guy's dad plays the guitar. My dad could play with the piano. Notice the word "with".

In sec 4, things go frantic. People either get into relationships quicker than the strokes of a drum roll, or they don't get into relationships at all. They'll just eye the person from afar and tell themselves, no I've got to study, no time for BGR. Then at grad nite, they'll just regret that they didn't make any move, and they're not gonna see the person again.

ANNOUNCEMENT:concerns sec 4s only. On grad night, please forgive me if I seem to ignore you. I will not be able to talk properly or eat properly as I would have just had my 5-teeth extraction operation 4 days before. Please bear with my chosen modus operandi of communication. I'm sorry for the inconvienience.

Right. Back to the Topic.
That's all for now. Gotta go revise abit. Bye.

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