'M sitting down here with a mad uncomfy tummy, trying to distract myself from feeling nauseous. All bcos i overate (again) this afternoon. I finished my lunch and helped L finish more than 1/2 of her lunch. Glutton max, ain't i? HAHA should never had gobble 'em food down but yeah it's already done so no use crying over spilled HL milk. So, 'mma ( Read more... )

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I need new shorts desperately. I can't fit in my old ones no more. Safety pins are failing me. Argh. Should i save up and getta new one? And no, i won't abandon this space for good. Just that i'm leading a life now which i don't even know where 'm i anymore. Like days just pass one by one, people all moving on and i'm the only one staying behind ( Read more... )

Why do i feel so helpless?

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It's the 9th of april, baby. And that means, last day of attachment! This course is jam packed with attachment so i don't feel extremely new to this. HAHA. One down point: Work ends at 9pm. Can't wait to see my babyboy tonight though. :3

B: If you're reading this, y'know i love you! And remember to eat your lunch. Don't skip meals!!

Schedule's pretty much routinized when it comes to weekdays. Having attachment, that is. Wake up, eat, go work, come home, eat, sleep. Wake up, eat, go work, come home, eat, sleep.

And it gets better when the Boyfriend books out on weekends. Wake up, eat, eat, eat, sleep. Wake up, eat, eat, eat, sleep. Of cos, all filled with love.

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