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Tuesday, September 1, 2009


The saying: U get what u see...Well, it's not true most of the time...
today, 1st of Sept 2009...my family celebrated my 18th birthday for me, on day early. Why? Because, joy to the world, i have econs tuition tmr, on my 18th bday...i guess the significance of an 18th bday doesnt hold true when one is in danger of not getting good grades for A level econs...Sigh... Well the celebration today was minimal...the cake was gorgeous, an ice cream cake, cookies n cream, from swensen's...besides that...the rest went downhill from there...
1) my dearest daddy, with his extremely poor memory for dates, totally forgot it was my bday tmr...as usual...so no surprises there...
2) we ate the cake with my extremely poor feeling bro, who somehow managed to get the symptoms of sorethroat...
3) we ate the cake while my dad n mum, as usual started quarelling over the smallest thing: the tuperware to store the uneaten cake in... i mean seriously! they were arguing abt the shape for christ sake! for once, cant they enjoy something in peace, without my dad making a snark comment n my poor mum rising to the bait...sigh...why cant my parents be the lovey dovey kind, so that i can grow up believing in the sanctity of everlasting love...

but truth to be told, my parents aint that bad...for one, they really believe in the sanctity of marriage vows...so thx to that, my bro n i can grow up in a complete family...but i believe that my parents do have love to some extent, though both of them r really bad at showing it...

so let me recaptulate: things r not what they seem

6:52 AM, Lotsa of lots


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