
The sun shone through my bedroom's window.I hear mumblings but I can't seem to hear nor understands it.I pull my blanket and wrapped myself up.With weak hands,I stretched out for my phone.It was already 2 in the afternoon.I woke up,sat and daydream.My sister was already on her way to the bazaar and I'm still on my bed.I won't get to sleep till the sun rises.This is manipulating my energy from doing work everyday.I'm alone.My dad just left for work.I can hear voices from the television downstairs.I'm too lazy to go down the stair and switch it off.Maybe later.Thats the whole point of living in a double-storey house.Once you're up,you'll be lazy to go down.
Speaking of which,I need to start packing my stuff.We need to move before 28 october.Thats 3 days before HALLOWEEN and its gonna be messy.Sigh.I guess that dream's true.Living in Tampines....I don't know.Fucked up man.Its fucked up because there's a freak on the loose.He goes on void decks and masturbates everytime he sees a girl.
Okay.I'm saying it because that happen to me and my friends.DAMN!
I'm living far away from the others.I don't even know what the new house looks like.And back to sharing room with sissy.So,no more blasting out the stereo and I can't talk to myself on the mirror again.My sister will think I'm crazy then.I've been browsing the IKEA booklet past few days and I need a total of about $800 if I want to makeover my new room when I move.
Daddy,would you give me $800 so I can buy a new bed,a new study table,a new wardrobe,a new mirror,and all those cool stuff IKEA has?
"OH NO YOU DON'T YOUNG LADY!YOUR MUM & I ARE USING OUR OLD STUFF AND YOU WANT NEW STUFF?!I WORK DAY AND NIGHT AND ALL YOU ASK IS MONEY MONEY MONEY!"
Okay.Translate that in malay and it'll sound funnier and angrier.HAHAHA.
But seriously,I want a new bed.There's no way I'm sleeping with my sister.I need a new study table cause the old one is...OLD.And I want that mirror.That lamp.Okay.Fine.I know I won't get any of them.Just let me cry one corner okay.sigh.hahaha.
Okay.I need to write down notes AGAIN.
Goodbye
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