Hello!

I saw this in teen's magazine. which i haven't touched in years. i was kindly and not-so-pleasantly reminded why in the penpal corner. which basically translates to the losers-who-dont-have-a-life corner.

anyway.

To Emmanual from Hougang
Excuse me, you are really being very rude. If you still want to be friends, please mind your manners and i will think whether to continue being your friend. From Billiard Queen (you should know who i am as we always play billiards together)

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.

oh.my.god. it totally screams "TWIT!!!!!!" nyahahahaha. freaking funny.

i wonder if emmanual knows billiard queen wrote this to him? LOOOOL.

sorry. ok.

erm. im in the library now, doing project. boo. socpsych's a drag. im waiting for char and rae and mihu to send me the info so i can put them ont0 the pretty pretty pink slides. nyahahaha.

speech comm was fun just now but. it was kinda sad too because when we were supposed to draw a place of comfort as a child, i blanked out for damn long. i ended up drawing my bed. other people have like, grandma's place, mommy's lap and that kind of stuff. not that i care. i guess i've always been very much on my own.

not anymore now, though. i have you =)

but one memory surfaced. and that was of my dad, carrying me when i was 1 or 2 at like, 3 am in the morning in the kitchen. he was hitting a chopstick on pots and pans and milo tins to "make music". he told me i'd cry and cry and refuse to sleep until he did that. a few nights a week. my dad, i really can't ask for anymore. he's the best =)

speaking of which, im wore my dad's workshirt to school today. basically because i wore that to sleep last night. nyahaha. my pajamas. lazy to force open my cupboard door this morning. im even wearing the shorts i wore out yesterday, which i left on the floor after i got back home. =/ my cupboard door is funky. must get it fixed soon.

whoa suddenly gush of emotion. ok. er. i feel funny. like i have alot to say and yet, nothing to say. like i wanna talk, but nothing to talk about. shit im talking nonsense now so i should just go.

damn my fingers still want to type.

must.

click.

publish.

post.

and.

go.