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Tuesday, December 11, 2007 / thoughts and dreams written
i've made sleeping and waking up late a habit. i'll not sleep until 3am and will stay sleeping till 3 pm, so dont bother msg-ing or calling me in the morning cos you'll have to wait. then i'd wake up to a bottle of cold pepsi and chocolates. only then i start my day.

yesterday, went to kak ida's to help paint her house; yes, the whole house. we went at about 3 plus; right after i woke up, and took a long straight bus ride to jurong. upon reching we got to her house to find the door locked with a padlock that does'nt match to any of kak ida's key. she called whoever she called. an hour later, her hubby came along with a saw. haha. the boys managed to saw the padlock and at last we're in the house. it was 6pm when we started painting. the girls took charge of 2 rooms and the rest are to be painted by the boys. as time passes and more of the walls were done, more boys came to help paint. at 10pm we went home while the rest continued.

having kak ida's house painted, i felt that my room needs to be revamped too. hehe!

lately i've been imagining of opening a pizza cafe. i sound silly but ambitious too. you know how in other countries, they could just go in and order a slice of pizza with drinks and fit in with the crowd and lounge the day away. i'd have the latest songs blared. anyone could come in and enjoy. there will be many types of pizza, there will also be many types of cheesecake and ice cream and cookies and snacks and jellybeans. friend's of friends would receive a discount. everyone will love it! except i'm only imagining it. sigh i want it to come true.

i dont think i wanna go sec 5. even if i could. i was thinking that if i'ma go sec 5, i'd repeat 4 years of my secondary life one more time. i hate tests and homeworks and cca and exams. if i'm not going sec 5, i could take private 'o' and work. get experience. get serious. get focus on things i want in life. but then, i'll be missing friends and canteen food and panic in the art room! double sigh
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