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Monday, December 21, 2009 . 12/21/2009 01:39:00 AM

I just looked at my Mum and lil' bro wrapping their Christmas gifts. Then the thought that's in my mind shone even more brightly, albeit a not so good way.

I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ANY CHRISTMAS SHOPPING DONE YET!!

Lil' bro just gave me his Christmas present to me. Then hours later, I was wondering why the wrapping looked so familiar, and kiamcai at the same time. Then I asked him, "Is this a notebook from last year's leftovers?" Well, I could see it's a notebook. 

"Yup!" that's the enthusiastic answer I got from that cheeky boy. 

Sighs... I guess my brothers really give bad presents. Can't expect much from them. 

4 groups of people to shop for. Must really think hard.

Guess I'll see tomorrow after my studies tomorrow.