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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

How awesome is this?

For the past two days I have managed to earn myself 400 bucks, by just being..there. Ok fine, its "pity" money. The fact that I'm going to Johor to continue my studies has somehow struck a chord in some of my aquaintance.

Gahh thats not nice. Granny's not an aquaintance.

But still its awesome and its not even Raya yet. I have 400 bucks to burn. Haha..shopping anyone? Although, I'm not up to shopping this week since I'm leaving on Friday but I haven't even started buying things to pack. Why do I get the feeling that my future would be down to last minute packing?

Because I know it would be down to last minute packing.

Other things that I know is that overpacking is unavoidable. Sue me for wanting to be prepared. I hate it when I spend half an hour rummaging through my big bag only to find out that I left my electric kettle and gummy bears at home because I thought that I wouldnt need it. But then again, if I overpack I'd get laughed at. The last time I was in charge of packing was during my National Service stint. Everyone kept teasing me about my ginormous bag of stuff that could easily entertain a second world country.

Then again, my big bag got me noticed and got me lots of friends at camp. I owe it to my big bag for getting me the undivided attention from teachers and Kelantanese boys.

Anyway, we shall see.

At camp, during dinner.
Friend : *refering to state pride* If kids from Kelantan hate kids from Perak and vice versa, who does the Selangor kids hate?
Me : Selangor kids hate each other.

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