July 22, 2006 Dad is listening to Singapore Idol at the volume of normal TV listening to that whisperer guy last season.
Soon I'll kill myself stuffing myself with all the chocolate mum brought home from work. Today at lunch I wanted to walk to the drink store to buy a drinks but my dad told me to wait for those people who come around so they can make a living. I don't really get it, maybe they have a fix pay instead. But it just seemed like they don't want to make a living. After 15minutes they still didn't bother to ask and I had to stop one of them. Okay whatever.
Two thirds stranger, one sixth friend, one sixth unknown. May I know how are you related? To my dear friend?