I was sixteen, he was twenty-one

I was born in the wagon of a travelling show

My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw

Papa would do whatever he could

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Dr. Good

Gypsies, tramps and thieves

We hear it from the people of the town

They call us gypsies, tramps and thieves

But every night all the men would come around

And lay their money down

Love old songs. From time to time I still break out into this song randomly. Grew up listening to only old classics on the radio- my dad hated (still hates) modern pop songs and refused to ever let us change the station. Come to think of it, it was a good thing though. 

Prelims, prelims. 

Left with Chem Paper 3 this week, then Chem P1 and Physics P1 next week. I'm soooo tired and I don't even know why. I've been sleeping early the past few days, like around latest 11pm every night. But I nearly couldn't wake up for my math paper today. Gah. 

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My mom just walked in on me partying to Billy Joel, how awkward.
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