Wednesday, February 07, 2007
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My mom is so obsessed with that "steamer"(for clothes, those kind that are used in shops to iron clothes) dad brought her, that she is steaming almost everything at home, right down to my bra and panties!
Super annoying and hilarious, I can't stand it anymore so I went to hide her steamer.
Serves her right for annoying me. HAHA!
But the peace only lasted for a day cause she found it alrd. ARRRR.
Anyway, mom's birthday gift to me was a medicure and pedicure and since I was very free yesterday, I went to get my nails done.
After that, went over to ahlin's place for MJ (;
Played only one round and I lose but still, I enjoyed the time spent.
We were talking/gossiping/laughing the whole time.
I miss times like those, those never-ending kind of happiness!Reached home around 3am I think and fell asleep as sonn as I touched my bed. hahs.
Was supposed to meet Nigel at 2pm but I overslept so we met at 3pm instead.
I'm really
sorry, Nigel for always letting you wait!
I'm terribly sorry la.
And I soooo wanted to go to town with duckie today BUT I alrd promised Nigel to go mugging :(
Nigel and I had to come up with something for bps, kindda like a poem or something.
BAH! waste of time, if not for that 60% of marks, who cares right.
But I love this piece done by Nigel and I ;
For love needs no formalities.
Just the comfort and security of it all.
They say familiriaty breeds contempt.
But I beg to differ.
Because nothing ever falls apart if you don't let it.
As of now,
with a notebook in hand,
we write about our lives as we watch the sunrise.
And when we grow old together,
we read what we wrote and reminisce over coffee bread & butter.
There's nothing more I could ask for.
I'm in utter bliss.See, we share same opinions, same feelings about almost anything and same horoscpoe!
HAHA, that's why we click so well.
Oh yes, if you don't know this one person very well, like NOT very well, and he calls you his "dear", how the heck do you react and not hurt his feelings because he's a nice person uh? Perhaps I'm over-sensitive, or something.
Perhaps he's just too open for me.
Mm, shall see what is this, somehow.
Oh well, zomg.
I did a radical construction to my delicate self.
At least I think I did.
So to speak, I am trying to be happy with what I have achieved and gained rather than wallow in pity and straining my guts out with whatever I'm lacking.
Just the other day through yet another reverie , I silently asked myself whether I was happier then or now.
Ironically, I wasn't eager to take that thought to a higher level.
I decided that nonchalantly neglecting it would be a better idea.
And so I did.
But the truth is,
I think I was happier then.
I need a wake up call because I am constantly inundated with self-confusion , hence, the complexity of my negative life issues are perpetually being executed.
Everything still seems wrong even though it may not appear so.
Sometimes too much of the right words leads to nothing.
Because actions play the predominant role.
Period.
Because I don't like what I see in the mirror.
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