least I could do
Been feeling a little more messed up than usual lately. I hate being unable to control my emotions. Why do I feel the way I do? For what reasons? Why him? Why NOT him? Why do I even have to feel.. Because eventually it boils down to the same thing, and some things never, ever, change. Part and parcel of life they say, but it seems I'm playing the game by myself.
Till you prove me otherwise,
I'll be waiting,
whether I like it or not.
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Lighter note, meeting MGs later! (I hope!) And I can finally wash my hair! HAHAHAH shut up you don't know what I went through ): HAHAHA no no I'm just being drama, but you can easily guess. Yayness. Met up with Denise yesterday for lunch after my medical appointment at NUH. (which turned out good, scans were clear hurray! I can live free for another 6 months now.) Had Crystal Jade congee! I miss that. So good. Had "phoenix claw" too which is basically chicken feet lah hahhaha. Then we walked around trying to get a "new style" for Denise as a "Senior" next year. Piercings, hair dye, contact lenses, necklaces. What kind of hip school is Saint Francis anyway?! All of the above mentioned are allowed?! Damn hip.
So we ended up only buying her hairdye and she came over to my place where I helped her dye it on. It turned out so naisly. I am so talented. Stop rolling your eyes. I can see you. I can still see you.
So I digress,
She also took like 45mins to ATTEMPT to put on contact lenses but failed miserably because of her annoyingly long eyelashes (which point downwards for some reason) which kept getting in the way. She stayed for dinner and my mum kept forcefeeding her with food. "YOU WANT TO EAT OR NOT HAR?" That's the kind of talk to make a guest feel at home, huh. Think Denise felt obligated to nod along just incase my mum stuffs more food into her already full bowl. But good hospitality yes yes. Just wrong approach. Do not fear my loves! My house is a nice place to be at. *chokes* It is, it is.
Showed Denise how amazing photoshop is too by turning one of her prom pictures into this anorexic boobless chick. She loved it. "So skinny! So anorexic! So nice..." Sick bitch. HAhaHahA.
Ok please don't point out how my entry to separated into two separate moods. It happens. I've no idea how or why either. Haha.
Back to heroes then I CAN WASH MY HAIR! :D
p/s: Timu, if you still read this, you're missed! ):