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i still eat grapes for dinner

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Monday, February 28, 2011 Photobucket
the call- regina spektor

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just because everything's changing
doesn't mean it's never been this way before

all you can do is to try to
know who your friends are
as you head off to the war


Thursday, February 24, 2011 Photobucket
something i am grateful for 2:

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so far this week i have been having proper, non-instant dinner every night, even though my mama's tired of cooking and she wants to play her mahjong or go for her linedancing classes. i think my constant complaints got to her heh heh.

also it's quite cute(but frustrating) how she gets REALLY angry when she finds out i didn't eat dinner(yeah my dad's quite a tattletale). because she thinks i am going to turn aneroxic from skipping one dinner lololol, then i would justify myself by saying that i truly wasn't hungry at all but if she cooked ham choi soup i will eat/drink that every two hours. aaand then she'd give me The Daily Nag about how she is finally cooking for me but then i don't eat and i'm too picky grahahahaha.

well i guess it's the least i could do anyway.
as a sign of gratefulness to my mommeh for cooking i will eat her food, even though it's yong tau foo ugh.

and i will be a fat, but happy, girl.
like my sister >:D



"what's wrong with being fat ha?! fat people are happy people! like me!"



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pa, please stop calling me stupid. i don't know if i should be angry, hurt, or if i should shrug, roll my eyes and disregard your comment. thing is even if i act indignant towards your comment, inside i am hurt by what you have said. siapa makan cili dialah yang terasa pedasnya- i am hurt because i know it is true. and i am angry because you keep reminding me.


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i haven't been blogging cause

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a) i have nothing to say
b) i have too much to say but am not able to put these feelings into words
c) i can put them into words but they are too personal for a blog
d) i can put them into words and they are not too personal but 95% would rather read a happy cutesy post.
e) all of the above.


multiple choice question;
the correct answer is most likely to be C,
or the correct answer is most likely to be the longest one.

that's what Nick said when he gave us Impactors a talk on how to tembak properly, i still remember(probably cause i put it to good use hahahah).



Wednesday, February 16, 2011 Photobucket
Something i'm grateful for-

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In 2008 and 2009 when i had my weird emo fringe i wouldn't go ANYWHERE with my fringe pinned up. in the mornings after assembly when the prefects and teachers check our hair/fingernails i'd pin it up, and once i'm past them i'd take the pin off.

In 2010 and, well.. now, i'd go EVERYWHERE with my fringe pinned up or tied back(although joshua doesn't like it but pfffft i do). partly because it was annoying, but more so because i grew to be more confident. and i couldn't care less if my cheeks look too fat.


The reason for my confidence boost?
My friends and family.


So thank you, everyone, whom i think will still love me even if i shaved bald and gained 100kgs :)


Monday, February 7, 2011 Photobucket
hmmm

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on thursday night i went shopping with my brother, just the two of us. it was only slightly awkward, during the times when he was being weirdly nice. for two nights i slept next to him on the bed and it turned out to be hilarious. just now we went home and it was just the two of us again, but there was not a moment of silence as we talked about leeches, diving, caves, more diving, jelly fishes, sharks, smoking, then about his girlfriend's face when she found out that he still smokes.

when i was 10-16 people would tell me that sooner or later it wouldn't be so awkward between my brother and me, and that we would become closer as we get older, and then eventually become best buds.

i now feel horribly old.




picture because he works at starbucks.