mmph. im blogging again. is that a good sign? yes. when i have dance tmr and my math tutorial is angry at me and im sleepy? no.
but. here i am.
my burfdae came and went. thanks to everyone who made it so special just by noeing me and being my fren. it was my bestest burfdae ever. (HMMM i say this every year. kinda makes me look forward to my 80th burfdae.) thanks to donkey, its been a whopping 2 months and counting :D i've said it all and i dun want to. em. abuse u on my blog. (<3<3<3<3<3<3)
am i supposed to be having so much fun on the year of my A's?
mother's day is coming next month, but likely i wont be able to blog till then. oh well.
THE MOTHER
1) the born-talented performer from your childhood days who dances, sings, pulls faces and recites poetry to make you laugh/ stop your crying which (come on, admit it) was meant to make her do all that stuff.
2) the lone soul on the planet who has the license (read: audacity) to say you're fat and need to loose weight and get away with it. i mean, she's the one who makes your favourite baked cheese pasta every sunday right?
3) also the one who can call your room a pig sty. and come this close to saying you've just sprouted a snout without suffering a painful death by the hair of your chinny-chin-chin.
4) the teacher who believes you are a future P.hD holder and never stops believing it until you're grey and toothy and too weak to carry a schoolbag to Harvard.
5) the woman in your house who takes an hour to make a point, another hour to comment on your body lanuage while she's making her point, and yet another grouching about her wasting her time on you while she could be doing the dishes.
6) the cushion who wants to always be there when your kleenex has run out. this explains the perpetual all-too-common disdain of your mother for the stuffed toys beside your bed. (she says its because they collect dust but, oh mum, we know.)
7) the lady who marries you off to a rich guy, sends you off in your cinderella couch on your wedding day sobbing into a floral handkerchief, then goes home, jumps on the kitchen table and does the can-can.
love you mummy :0) i promise to be just like you after my mummification.
17 going on 18
26th march
scgs; sajc; hwachong
4se; OG2(<3); A05; 07a11
dancer/ cheerleader
hiphop/ salsa fanatic
hearts <33
chocolates - HERSHEYS
OG2!!
my fam and frens
A05!!
DANCING
more chocolates
drawing
singing (strictly to the showerhead)
writing poetry
animals (teeth not included)
chocolates chocolates chocolates
ice-cream
huggs
pink :0)
my bed. especially at school
my toothbrush (its pink)
did i mention chocolates?
crosses
insects! except butterflies
backstabbers and hypocrites :P
bad hair days
thunder and lightning
weighing scales
wishes
to get into hwa chong to get into hc's MAD hiphop for everyone in my life to be happy :0)
a new mp3 (on the way!!!) an organ - electone 90 or 200
erm. world peace. i'm serious.
when all you gotta keep is strong
move along, move along
like i know you do
and even when your hope is gone
move along, move along
just to make it through
move along
