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These bitches disowned me.. As a visitor in this house, I demand to be fully served with entertainment and midnight food hog-outs!

I have to type quick because Lau's laptop goes on screensaver mode once it gets left alone for a short while (a short while meaning a few seconds).. and also because I secretly want to sneak Sims2 out to play.

Aah.. the times when we seeked pleasure out from playing nothing more than just the original Sims - satisfaction and no demand for more! We were such good kids, so happy with what already had.. Up until of course the time when EA games started the overloading phase of Sims follow-ups. The first follow-up came, which was if I'm not mistaken.. the party or the vacation one. Then we started craving for mooooooooooore. We became such barbaric beasts. Shame..

I'm sitting here and I'm, believe it or not, dreading the holidays(?!). What with the extra classes, preperations, IGCSE finals coming up and what not.. our March break has become sorta like a teacher's sick joke of how to really perform a torcher. This, my friends, dominates all the other wussy torcher chambers existing. This doesn't happen in a swift action or it doesn't catch you when you're unaware - you're informed about it a few months before and it sinks into you bit by bit, and as days progresses, we can feel this feeling bloating up. Then we enter the exam room and the feeling tries to escape but can't so it's thumping against the walls of our hearts and we hear our hearts on the verge of exploding. But no, it mantains and refuses to let out. It sits in you like the piece of shit that doesn't get scraped off under our nails or the ant that lives underneath our computer keypads and refuses to move away. The whole thing ends and the feeling is still trapped in there, just waiting to repeat the whole fucking procedure again.