Hey guys !
Created this space years and years ago thus do forgive
me if it comes off as extremely cheesy. And the incredibly
tacky name. Haha, I get chills everytime I lay eyes on it.
Too lazy to change things though !
I love to write, so have kept myself updating over the years.
I hope you guys enjoy reading me ! ♥
11:08 PM
hi raa.
today's not wasted. (:
i like today.
to you!
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12:39 AM
There are the kind of days where I wished I knew no one, and the world were quiet without anyone on it. Be silly without having to worry what people might think. Be me instead of who I want people to think I am. And as quickly as that thought comes, it leaves. With me yearning terribly to have someone to tell me what to do, someone who knows me like I never knew myself.
And I'm pretty sure I didn't just say that. Someone else probably did.
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9:51 PM
The lengths we'd go to keep each other here.
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10:59 PM
Good day.
It's another off day tomorrow and I'm really looking forward to it.
Though, considering the number of off days I take in a week, I may really as well just forgo working. Lol.
Moving has been tiring.
We had to assemble the furniture by ourselves what with all the rushing.
All that red looks pretty scary I know. Think it'll be better once the picture's up. Haha.
The colour of the paint came out a little wrong but I decided that it didn't look half bad so went on to keep it.
On a sidenote, I sort of assembled the sofa by myself and I'm so proud !
It's not easy okay. It came packed in this tiny 2m by 30cm box?
Anyways. I've always wanted a loveseat in my room, a red RED one.
Don't ask me why, I don't know either.
Guess it appeals to some strange HIDDEN preference for flamboyance I possess.
So, pretty happy with it. (:
Besides that, life's been pretty hectic recently. With all the running around during jobs and meeting people.
Wished there were more hours in a day, not to do anything else but to get our much deserved sleep. And maybe watch some gossipgirl.
Hm. Oh yeah. Think I'll be skipping the graduation ceremony since I've yet to go for the robe fitting. Read from Kailing's blog that it's in Potong Pasir?? I don't even have an inkling of where's that much less make time to go down.
Gosh. I don't know.
Digressing yet again for the thousandth time, I just saw one of the trailers for gossipgirl and really don't want to believe it's Chuck with Jenny. Eeeeeeeee. Don't know if I'm late of early with this trailer but. Eeeeeee. What's gonna happen to my Blair? ):
Hmm.
Anyhow, been having this weird bipolartic sort of attitude recently.
Don't know how losing something so useless and insignificant can bring me down so much. Some moments in the day, I wish I could just have it back and have it lying in that same box that I'm probably never gonna touch for a couple of months anyway.
I don't know. Just having it there, warms me a little.
One moment I'm carefree as can be debating if a cheeseburger or nuggets would be a better idea and the next, I remember and I'm at a loss.
Ah. Sentimentality is a trait that's just irrelevant and inconvenient. I hate it.
Well. Hope this downer of an emotion goes away soon.
At least for tomorrow. Hm. I'm pretty sure it will.
Because one person can make a world of difference.
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