okays i suddenly have a thought of using tumblr now, because i have nothing to blog all these months after i have started work. It’s either i complain and complain and complain, or that i am ranting and ranting about useless things. Well, i’ve got a tumblr, but i seldom use it. that’s because i dont even have time to surf and look around and see what pictures i like. i dont think my blog is interesting ): shithole. if i dont even think it’s worth reading, why would people read? YA but the main reason for this blog is for me and myself. okays great so i shan’t think about it so much, i rather be reading a book or learn some music. RIGHT O_o
There’s no more excitement for weekends anymore!! i dont feel the excitement, i dont feel the happiness! WHAT IS HAPPENING!!? AM I IMMUNE TO WEEKENDS? is it because the weekends come every week, that i used to it, just like how i am used to working everyday? OH NO but i am still glad that there’s weekend, so i can spend more time with babydarling. i think i am always tired, he’s also tired. also seldom do anything rather than just walking around. And then i have so many stupid things to worry about, and then so easily irritated =_= okies i admit i am ALWAYS easily irritated. back to the point, i am just so happy to spend time with him *kiss*. which girlfriend doesnt? (:
Chrise: THERE IS NO WAY i can contact you or tag you or comment on your tumblr D: i just wanted to say I ALSO WANT a getaway! but i fking think that it’s not at all possible for me. Totally out of money! As much as i wanna go bangkok with meiyee and gina (if nobody pangseh), i cant!!! though the trip is not confirm at all, haha we’re not going anytime soon. Really hope next year we can all go together, cause you will be 21 ;D of course i am sure your first trip will be with TNG WESS LEE~ <3 hahahhahahahahahhahahah i am so looking forward to 13th.
Sometimes i feel very sad that i can only meet up with the girls once every several months ): i know i know got boyfriend, but girlfriends can throw away le ma? hahahaa.
