Tuesday, March 10
Yes, above are the 2 whom fate has chosen to place within audible range of my annoying drone. Yes, the both of you have no choice but to endure my relentless clacking and emotional explosions of everything, nothing, what is, what isn't, and all else at random mode for the next year and a half. I promise it'll be all but boring. :)
Dinah's moved in under my staircase, just like Harry Potter in his muggle home. So if she ever pisses me off, all I have to do is jump up and down my flight of stairs and she can forget about sleeping or having any sense of peace. And if I ever piss her off, she could shut down my electricity. :(
Different note, this weekend was a long one. Monday/Today was/is Melbourne's Labour Day. Apparently not a Uni holiday for some, but it was for me! So I spent it in bed till 3pm. I swear I had intentions of getting outta bed earlier, but it was just so... difficult. And I finally realised why after I got up and tried to walk. My whole body was aching. It still is now. From my arms to my shoulders to my back to my right butt cheek and my legs. Thank you, one whole afternoon of tennis. You've certainly shown me how unfit I've become.
Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASMINE BABY!! Ok, not so baby. You're 21! Ok, and I should stop reminding you that you're getting older, but yes, you are!! I hope you had a wonderful 21st, and I really hope you liked what I got you. I'm happy to be here with you to celebrate with you as you reach this milestone, and I wish you all the luck in the world in pursuing your dreams and your aspirations and becoming who want to be in the near future. I have every faith in you. But above all else, I wish you happiness and a good life. No more dwelling and brooding over matters that would only trigger sadness and tears. Only the good things and only to be happy, because at the end of the day, that's the only thing that matters. Happy birthday my dear friend. :) I love you lots.
Ok, school's at 9.30am. No more skipping ropes.
Yes, above are the 2 whom fate has chosen to place within audible range of my annoying drone. Yes, the both of you have no choice but to endure my relentless clacking and emotional explosions of everything, nothing, what is, what isn't, and all else at random mode for the next year and a half. I promise it'll be all but boring. :)