Oh good God. My brain is blank, my tonsils are swollen and I sort-of have a mild fever. What a great way to spend my holidays with. And not to mention that I don't really know who to talk to even though I can talk to a whole load of people and I have a literature presentation coming up in which I am NOT AT ALL prepared. Yeah, I'm well aware that I'm pretty much dead. Sheesh.
Right, enough with all the negative thoughts. OH! From Muar, we went down to Ayer Baloi on the morning of the 26th and I must say that the house looks real good. What with all the furniture which my dad bought at Rengit for a dead cheap price, it really really looks nice. But one downer: it's freaking cold. Colder than early mornings at my Nek Yam's house in Baling. But maybe it felt a whole load colder because I'm sort of down with a fever. Ah, who knows.
Mhmmm. What else. Okay, nada. I'll post up some crappy pictures in a bit.