my blogger is back to normal.
wheees.
(:


but no, i'm not happy.
yesterday was supposeddly a wonderful day.
yeah, at times.
but got sometimes i just feel like crying.
but I WONT. D<
hell no.

so lets talk about the happy stuffsss.
hmm.

I MISS BIMBO. (cheryl)
lol.
its just a sudden feeling LOL.
i feel like doing CIP w her again.
(:
she dress like taitai but carry loadz of balloons and stickers and post its and whatevers.
AND lynette! :D
the adorable little four year old who can drive 3 15years old crazy.
okay.
lemme reenact a scene:
i was hugging her, and my arms were slipping.
so i placed her on a table.
then she started like dancing.
then i danced with her.
EVEN THOUGH I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF BUGIS JUNCTION. :O
then she jumped off the table.
THANKS GAWD I CAUGHT HER.
i nearlyyy had a heart attack when she jumped.


haha.
i think i should stop being an emo beeetchh.
but i really dont know who to trust anymore,
and who will be there when i need to pour out feelings.

it just doesnt feel safe and welcome anymore


but hor!
i miss the mercy relief staff and volunteers! :)
i think i got used to seeing them already.
haha.
(:
shall NOT keep remembering all those stupid flashes of memory that keep popping up in my brain.

i feel tired and stressed squeezing in.

off to do maths/
if i can print em. :O

my blogger is back to normal.
wheees.
(:


but no, i'm not happy.
yesterday was supposeddly a wonderful day.
yeah, at times.
but got sometimes i just feel like crying.
but I WONT. D<
hell no.

so lets talk about the happy stuffsss.
hmm.

I MISS BIMBO. (cheryl)
lol.
its just a sudden feeling LOL.
i feel like doing CIP w her again.
(:
she dress like taitai but carry loadz of balloons and stickers and post its and whatevers.
AND lynette! :D
the adorable little four year old who can drive 3 15years old crazy.
okay.
lemme reenact a scene:
i was hugging her, and my arms were slipping.
so i placed her on a table.
then she started like dancing.
then i danced with her.
EVEN THOUGH I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF BUGIS JUNCTION. :O
then she jumped off the table.
THANKS GAWD I CAUGHT HER.
i nearlyyy had a heart attack when she jumped.


haha.
i think i should stop being an emo beeetchh.
but i really dont know who to trust anymore,
and who will be there when i need to pour out feelings.

it just doesnt feel safe and welcome anymore


but hor!
i miss the mercy relief staff and volunteers! :)
i think i got used to seeing them already.
haha.
(:
shall NOT keep remembering all those stupid flashes of memory that keep popping up in my brain.

i feel tired and stressed squeezing in.

off to do maths/
if i can print em. :O