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WEIRD..
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Man, I'm baffled..
I'm confused..
I don't know what to say O_o

This is definitely not what I expected...
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Don't pretend to care if you don't...
Don't start something and never do anything to keep it going...
Don't come and go as you like...
Don't take me for granted...
because I have feelings too...

8pm

and we are all in our rooms. There is nobody downstairs. The gate is locked. The lights are off. The curtains drawn. At 8pm.
Normal?

You

Why can't we be how we used to be?

Why can't you make the effort to do something about it?

Why can't you just forget everything that happened?

Why can't you look at me?

Why can't you be the same old one that I once knew?

If I can... why can't you?

Bleh

My left eye is twitching non stop. It's the kind of twitching that you can feel and SEE it. My friends kept thinking I'm winking at them -__-
Damn annoying.

Gong Xi Fa Cai

Happy Chinese New Year darlings!!!
Yupe, I'm home now.. thanx to my angel..:)
So, now I pai nien with u guys here on CheezyBabyBluBelle.
Kong Hei Fatt Choy, Lai Si Tou Loi

1st Day:
I woke up around 7.30am on the first day of CNY, wished Bobo and his friends Happy CNY, call taxi and reached the airport around 10. Had breakfast at CB while reading Keeping Faith (yup, i'm hooked on Jodi Picoult). Then Sukur came and had coffee chit chat for a while before he went back to work.
Checked in and saw someone really familiar while waiting to board. (I'll tell you when I get back to PJ, Angie)

The flight was pretty empty, so I put up the seat divider and put up my legs and slept for some time (but quite scared la, what if iI fell down from the seat and roll away, kan malu)

Reached Kuching and went straight to my uncle's house. Felt a bit underdressed lor coz I was wearing shorts with singlet and cardi only while everyone else wore dresses and shirts. But nevermind la, It's the angpow that's important.

Reached home at around 6pm and helped mummy to prepare food for tommorow.

2nd Day:
Tired from washing dishes and glasses...
Went to my aunt's place and laughed so much I think my stomach is full with air d. (I dunno why my mum's family can laugh at anything and everything :)
Went home at around 11pm and slept straight away..

Today:
Raining, bro is sick, dad took my car coz his car's exhaust fall off ( i think la) and it sounds like a motorboat hahaha, stay at home..
hmm.. do assignment?
2moro la I start my assignment...

Ok la, I wanna go eat bakwa d..

Happy "Niu" Year!!!
Geddit??? GEddit?!!!

Next plane home

No, I'm not going to talk about Daniel Powter's song..
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YES!!!!



I'm going home for CNY dong dong chiang..
For the past three weeks, I kept telling people around me, and myself that I can stay here for CNY. I will be allrite by myself here in PJ.

The main reason why I didn't want to go home is because of the blardy expensive air ticket (Why la my hometown not in West Msia).

Fast forward to this morning.. I woke up early to send Angie off..

After she left, I couldn't sleep anymore and so I watched some silly cartoons on Tv. By afternoon.. as I was trying to concentrate on my ASSignment, I realised how much I wanted to go home. And I began to cry for wanting to go home (quite an achievement since this is the first time I cry since I came back here). Call me stupid if you want, but yeah.. I cry easily. Angie says I'm "fragile" *made me feel like a porcelain vase from qing dynasty*:(

Actually, when Angie bought cheaper tickets for her sis, there is already about 20 percent of me that wants to go back. Then, this 20% grew when I found out that 2nd Feb is public holiday and on 3rd Feb I only have 1 class to attend which is so damn boring can die. (Tix are cheaper after 1st Feb)


And it grew somemore when PoayLing hugged me before she went off. And It grew somemore when I watched Angie packed last nite and Tarynn came and say goodbye and hugged me again :(


This afternoon, the 20% grew so much that it can barely be contained in my heart anymore and I let it out..


and ask Angie to help me book tickets and controlling my tears over the phone coz I wnated to go home so badly.


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So in conclusion..

I am going home after all..


so much for "I'm not going home", "I'll be fine here alone" sheesh....

If that's what make you happy

Who am I to stop you from doing what you want when it is your life that you are dealing with?
Who am I to question your actions when it is going to be you who will be living with it?
Who am I to stand up and state my opinion when I don't even bother listening to yours?
Who am I to feel hurt when there are people who hurt more out there?
Who am I to expect much when you never expect me of anything?
Who am I to be so selfish when you were never selfish with me?
Who am I to demand?


Who am I to ask all these questions...