one of my tuition kids is migrating over to america with his family. all the best.

once again, i don't know if i should feel envious or what. why can't mine family be the super damn rich ones migrating? haiss.

whatever.

next up, i have a super dumbo friend who insists that when you're late, just dial 6552 1111 for cab service to your destination and you wouldn't be late.

take a gun and shoot me please!

LATE MEANS LATE!

who cares if your cab is those on-call ones or street pick ups. right?

dear friend, please be more time conscious in future and you could save up on cab fare then.

you know, when you're out early, take bus or even walking to your destination will mean EARLY as well.

heh'.

i haven't found the mood or the right situation to study since my "sick-streak". even when the dates are pushing nearer and nearer, i don't think i am ready.

what to do? i hate it whenever i'm ready to do certain stuffs i have finally decided to, but then later, something crops up and thrashes it all.

but again, what to do? life has always been like this for me.

it's part of my cycle already! nothing goes too well for me in life. at least to me i guess.

so,

sing a song of six pence.


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