Tuesday, December 28
bleaugh this no-maid thing kinda sucks. my back aches a little from bending over drawers and peering into cupboards to clean and line them with anti-cockroach paper. by the way, i make a pretty good mashed potato, if i do say so myself. ;) haha. achievement of the day. i'm not so fantastic at washing dishes heh. haven't been able to get any cross stitching done all day, i don't know how i'm going to finish before school starts.. and i really want to. before things get even more hectic.. and i don't want to give late presents. ooh my sis got me this beautiful black future state skirt.. i tried it on with her one day last month and loved it but couldn't afford it. well she bought it for my christmas gift. =D don't sisters just rock?? it's black and swirly.. a bit like my prom dress skirt only longer.. sigh i love it. it's so..
me. =D a dangerous word, knowing my taste.
going to wild wild wet [again] with vank, eunice and zhimin tmr. we had a fantastic time yesterday there! really! despite the queueing. and getting all cold and chilly in the rain. bobbing about was really fun... especially riding on eunice's back. gosh i love it! i love riding on people's backs in the water.. guess chris knows that quite well haha. vank and i tried quite a few times to all get on her back but for some reason she always kinda sank into the water and stayed there so we gave up. shall master that art tmr.. without drowning eunice anyway. hopefully. i know vank is really really looking forward to doing that pseudo viking thing again, and i'll try to be as enthu abt it as possible. i kinda wish we weren't so light, my heart was pounding when we were flying up and down.. and i was thinking.. it didn't see quite so far or so high watching others.. that's when i just shut my eyes and shrieked nonstop. hahahha funfunfun. although immediately after that when we crawled out i was feeling a bit wobbly.
too many unfulfilled wishes
and unspoken words
too many tears shed
and hearts bled
all in the name of that irresistable desire
to be irresistably desired
i hate love.
oxymoron.
it must've been love.
10:19 pm
xoxo
