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Tuesday, January 22, 2008 . 5:07 PM

Ryan's down with fever. This is why the commonwealth essay I asked him to help me print is still not delivered to Ms Fox. You haven't marked yet right? Well my sparsely furnished blog is also Ryan's fault, too.....

Sincee I borrowed the fishing mag I fell in love with the beatiful boats. CABO yachts is nice. www.caboyachts.com and fountainpowerboats www.fountainpowerboats.com . So unoriginal names... If I have the money I'll buy them. But some problems exist. 1: My parents won't let me. 2: they are located in the US, both of them.

Chinese neww year is coming soon. There's one nice fella who keeps sending my dad a hamper, year.. after year... after year. I don't mind, of course... But my family seems to take big occasions not seriously. At christmas we don't have christmas carols or turkey or even pork or chicken. At easter we pass by it as if it's just any other day. At National Day we stay at home and sulk. At Chinese New Year we don't spring clean, we don't decorate, we don't have plans, we don't put those sweet- holders on the table. At least there are sweets. And at least there will be the ang pows and so on and so forth.But I don't get to keep the money. It gets stored into a shared bank account and my parents can withdraw it. How could they! It was, after all, meant for me. Humbug.