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The holidays are ending! How terrible. I have done absolutely nothing about myself this hols, except to watch about a million tv shows, spend all my money away on shopping sprees, and read half a million books (thank goodness for the fiction in the world.) Without fiction, won't we just shrivel in our little world without any alter reality? I mean, where will we be without some new insight to another form of existence? Or maybe I'm just pathetic.

I've been clearing out my closet and shoes cabinet. We're moving! Horray! And I had to say goodbye to a pair of flipflops which I have never even worn once, among many other good ol' shoes.. Gave sis a blister. Such a waste of money.



I can simply ignore my diploma, final theory paper, and violin next year in some vain hope that it will all go away. Rachmaninov is killing me, seriously. I absolutely am not able to play that insane piece of music. I am not a prodigy. I am not even willing to try. I will never get anywhere with this terrible attitude towards working hard, but hey, I need a break.

This is rachmaninov.. shudders. I think he would have hated me too.


To take my mind of my pitiable way of living, bro's cheesecake is a gift from heaven. I have rationed the cake into 5 slices, so every time I open the fridge, I can only satisfy my craving on one slice. It lasts longer that way. The last time I bought a whole chicago cheesecake, I ate until I almost puked everything out, and that would have been such a waste really. Cheesecake is meant to be digested. It is time to let our stomachs celebrate the wonders of gourmet food, and cheesecake is definitely on the list.

Actually I cannot really tell the difference between chicago cheesecake, and new york cheesecake. Someone told me once that chicago is more sticky and sweeter, while the new york is cheesier. Either way, both are works of digestible art. Forgive me for gushing, but it is my favourite type of dessert. Carrot cake is another (NO not the oily yucky fried one.)

So anyway, let me paint the drama of the quickly-diminishing cake. (If you have no time please hit the X. This entry is completely and utterly pointless.)

I open the fridge to check whether my HL milk has run out.



And then my eye gets hooked on the cheesecake box, which I have reserved a special space for in the fridge..


I take it out to check on the cake. And then, horrors of horrors, I realise that there are only THREE pieces left! There was supposed to be 5..



I demanded to know who has been stealing my cake. It was my brother. I couldn't say anything about it could I. It was his birthday cake after all..

Never mind, my birthday is coming.. There is hope yet.

I just read sab's blog, and she mentioned something about pierre png's character in this chinese show where he is manically obsessed over some girl called meirenyu (mermaid), and he likes to say her name over and over again like some sicko maniacal psycho. I mean, if love makes you do stupid things, this comes up tops. It is quite sickening to switch the tv on, only to hear his cutesy voice WHINING out her name. (shivers) This is just a meaningless afterthought..

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