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    Bitched on: Monday, September 08, 2008
    Time: 9/08/2008 11:19:00 PM

    I'm back!!!
    Full swing baby.

    Firstly, I have to say this, the HUMIDITY here sucks. I hate the weather, I hate the rain and I especially hate the sticky, oily feeling you have when you are outside.

    Now that I've gotten that off my back. I hate my life.

    I want a place to call my own. Seriously. I need to have my own space.

    When I came back, I came back to a room that is not my room anymore. The bed and TV (new TV some more) had been rearranged and half the stuff there is my niece's. Don't get me wrong, (I love my niece... a lot)... its just that feeling you have when you sleep in the place, arrange your stuff (or rather your mess), like how you know where everything is, how everything is within reach from your bed, all your memorabilia (as my Mum would call them, 'crap') on your walls and floor (I don't have a table... poor me...); you have all that attachment to that place, to your room.

    And when I came back, zilch. Zero. Kosong.
    My room looks like a room but it is not my room.

    And now, I even have to sleep on the floor or in another room cause every night there would be some reshuffling in the house cause of the baby and my sister (when she sleeps over).

    I mean, seriously, I will never know where I would be sleeping every night...

    And school...
    OMG. School.
    It is so alien to me, this concept.

    Shit. Where are all my friends when you need them? Oh yeah, on exchange... in Korea.
    I am so lonely...

    I should have gone to Korea with them. Dammit, at least I would have my own room again...

    And studio work this semester is group work. Oh how I hate doing group work. You can have on one end of the spectrum, the 'Indian chiefs' - you listen to me and only me; and on the other end, you have the missing-in-action (MIA) ones. I can't be bothered with all these personalities. I have enough from my spilt-personality syndrome.

    Sheesh... Why can't everything remain the same?

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