Why don't you be the artist and make me out of clay?
Why don't you be the writer and decide the words I say?
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Hahah, yeah, I felt like writing another post. Yes, I'm still happy, still smiling... And yeah, still obsessed, unfortunately/fortunately... >.> Okay, creepy stalker-ish acting... >.<
Anyway, I was looking back at my old blog, and was thinking, "I wrote this? I wrote that? Omg, such an idiot!" Well, considering, I only had like, 7 posts? 8 posts? Blah, too lazy to check. Then I read the one I wrote in tribute to my Grandma. And then, I remember saying to God, "Don't take my other Grandma away, she's all we have now..." And thank God she's still alive and well. As cheeky as she can be, sometimes... ^^ Yeah, the only problem is communication. My Mandarin sucks, my Cantonese sucks, and she doesn't speak English. Nope. No communication skills there... But I'm learning! Well, in a way... I've found a wonderful friend, Shan Wen, to teach me. And she says I speak with an accent... What accent? o.o
Nyaaah... I'm so bored, and I should be doing my homework right now... Okay, Denise, snap out of it, you can go do your homework now... But I don't want to... Dammit... I hate this...
*Dreamy look returns* :)
Oh, right, one more thing. BARATH! YOU'RE STILL MY AH MENG, DON'T DENY IT!!! And Razak, you're still my favorite/only murung friend! Heheh... Well, good school mates, good times! :)
*Dreamy look returns, again* *Sigh*
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