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Saturday, February 9, 2008
Run for it lads!

I spent the entire morning clearing out my room. It doesn't look any different, but we have a lot more empty drawers and shit. I mean, how could we have kept so much junk for so long without even realising it?

Threw away the foldout sofa behind the proper sofa along with all the cushions and the other mini sofa thing. But I think we should just get a new house. One like Uncle Jimmy's. Yup. That will be so good.

Okay so ytd at around 4 we went to Uncle Jimmy's place. Apparently he's my dad's colleague or boss or something. Anyhoo, since his family's well-to-do the house was huge (there was a pool and their own carpark and wtv) and HAHA there was a yellow Lamborghini and a Porshe. Both yellow, like this:



I bet Jasmine would have been very happy to see them there right! Huge house, but bad ventilation; I was forced to inhale second-hand smoke for 3 hours while replaying the dance scenes from Step Up over and over again. I think I've got some brain damage, because I cannot remember any of the steps (sort of) even if I played it 3 times over. And since I do have a dent somewhere in my skull...

Oh well, somebody *ahemahemdad* must have dropped me when I was a baby.

I feel like skipping ballet; so tired.
!4:34 PM