Saturday, November 24, 2007

What do you do when you see someone cheating in an exam hall? Do you be a goody-two-shoes and tell on the evil-doer? Or do you turn a blind eye and pity the poor guy. The examiner said pants down (haha) pens down, and emphasised that anyone caught writing will be considered cheating. This guy, Mr Pimple Face, discreetly but very obviously (to me) kept stealing scribbles on his paper. Do I report him? Like childish primary school kids who tell on their classmates?

I just stared and stared with all my might, hoping my staring powers will somehow be strong enough to will Mr PF into putting down his pen.

Perhaps my sense of justice is not that strong, but some things are just not worth the effort.

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My mom. Had been gone for 3 weeks now. Most times I forget she's not around, but her absence is most pronounced when I open the fridge. It's empty, barren, void of anything remotely edible. The freezer's empty, the bottom fruit compartment's empty, and the middle section is empty too. There're packets of chilli/ketchup sauce we saved from MacDonalds or KFC, medicine and some random jars filled with random (tasteless) stuff.. I found this jar of dried ginger slices, in my hunger, tried a little and immediately regretted it.

Worst of all there's no one to stock up on toilet rolls. Rawr.

We're so pathetic without my mummy.

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My dad. Has this twitching problem with his eye, which later morphed into a full semi-facial twitch. The chinese sinseh said it's some blood vessel pressing against a nerve (???). But I think perhaps some neurons are faulty, and they must be firing away constantly, causing motor neurons to contract every second.

Didn't someone say when your eye twitches someone's talking about you. Alot of people must be talking about my dad. And it's 24 hours, even when he sleeps. How awful he must feel.

writing at 1:26 PM

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