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Saturday, April 24, 2010 . 4/24/2010 11:34:00 PM

My room looks neater today... Well, there's still books and comics around, but they're all neatly stacked anyway. I'm just waiting for dear Mum to purchase a book shelf, preferably a huge one, to put all that stuff, along with my lecture notes and tutorials and other stuff. And for a study desk to replace the mahjong table I'm substituting right now. 

Big Bro gave the family a scare today. He called me at 3am in the morning from A&E. I passed the phone to Mum and from then she'd rushed about. Apparently, he was involved in a fight. More like he's the victim of a beating spree. Well, that's what he got from being a hero. His drunken friends had accidentally and unknowingly offended some (I think) drunken adults and he'd stood up for them. Five adults beating up ONE teenager. And my dear brother had no one helping them! And his friends had all fallen in their drunken state of sleep, therefore, they couldn't even remember what happened until they all called him one by one. 

Yup. He came back with a huge bandage wrapped around his head. Thank goodness he's fine. I don't think I can live with the thought without one of my brothers gone from my life. And he's actually the glue sticking us all together, despite the one with the worst reputation. Well, I don't think anyone can stand the thought of losing a family member. Although... I admit sometimes when I think of my father being gone, as in gone from this world (he's pretty much gone from my life anyway, hence that description), I'm not sure if I'll be depressed or upset or anything along that line. I'm just not sure about that case. 

Oh wells. 

Today was a tiring day. Packing here and there. Tomorrow Mum shall continue, but I have to look at my lecture notes and deal with some stuff. So out I head... that is, if Her Majesty allows. Sighs... I'm XX (age) and I still have to ask permission to go out. Guess I have to... It's a Sunday; It's Family Day.

This isn't what I intended to write today... Maybe I shall take that to pen tomorrow. 

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