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The name is Khairul. Would do fine with Khai or Kerol [kay-roll] - with proper pronunciation that is.

May have caused a traumatic experience to the nurses who were there when I graced the world on the 14th of June, 21 years ago.

I reside at the great eastern side of Singapore. At an estate named after a water containment facility. Go figure!

A left-hander. However, I function more like a right. And sometimes left of course.

Owns a Class 3 driving licence.

Have been playing the saxophone for 8 years. Currently a Baritone Saxophonist in the Philharmonic Youth Winds.

Being and socialising with people occupy whatever free time I might have.

Boredom is sadly pathetic - would be just staring at my ceiling.

And recently, graduated from Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts where I pursued a diploma in Arts Management, majoring in Performing Arts.

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Sunday, December 27, 2009
UMMM....
2:39 AM

Believe it or not, I have been at home since Thursday. I barely stepped out of the house. Though there were meet-ups with the usual bunch of friends, somehow I chose to decline them. Either I woke up late and got lazy, or I just don't want to end up spending (I've been extra economical recently).

Although I have decided to stay at home, I am still puzzled by the things that are happening around me. Family got back from their getaway on Friday. I was 'promised' by Mom that we were going to head out for dinner. But as soon as they got back home, that promise was never fulfilled. Instead, there was this weird aura coming from everyone and I knew something was not right.

And as I have guessed, my parents got into an argument. Mom told me to get food on my own at the coffee shop across my house but by then, I was not in the mood to even eat. I have yet to ask my sister about what exactly happened because I wasn't there. But if you know me, I hate it when my parents argue. I don't really quite understand, but the content of what caused the fight is not there at all. Instead something totally unrelated will pop out from nowhere. And honestly, I find it utterly childish.

So now, each time when I'm with Dad and Mom comes along, I'll be in this awkward situation. Truth is, when fight happens, I don't take sides. I'd try to be neutral and sometimes I find it such a shame that they have to be blunt with their words and heat up the argument further. And when the argument gets heated, we siblings get dragged inside as well. I have low tolerance level for that.

Like any other arguments, I really hope that this is just temporary. I don't usually blog about my family problems in here but sometimes I need to pen it down. I don't talk to my siblings about this. I don't really talk to my friends, even to my closest friends about this because all everyone could say is just to be patient and it will all get better. So I guess this blog is just another place for me to pen things down.

I know somehow or another a relative will be reading this, and I seek understanding from whoever to just stay out of it. I know your help is honest and sincere, but I don't really quite like a third party getting involved. It will just make the situation uglier, as far as my family is concerned.

I just want it to be how it was 8 days ago, before they left for their getaway.
Soon, I hope.

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