Outright Rejection: My mom ssaid no to me getting a bicycle, yet again.
It’s getting more and more difficult to be detached. All of a sudden, I feel so humane. Like a total different person. I don’t like what I’m becoming.
Day 1: Grandmas are ok if they come by, But if they live with you, it’s a ‘sure-die’. No offence to any granny-lovers out there. As much as I respect my grandmother, I don’t fancy her coming over to live with me for half a year. If you know what actually goes on in my family, you’ll understand why. Well, she just moved in today. Say hi to my ‘new’ life.
It’s on days like this that I don’t know what I’m talking about. Give me gelato anytime.
I’ve been catching 11:11 everyday for the past 8 days. And on days which I actually wake up early enough, I catch it twice in a day. Twice.
Ed: “What do you want for your birthday?” Me: “Tattoos.” Ed: “Work that out with your mom first before asking me to bring you for one.” Me: “I want stick-on tattoos. Of rainbows and colorful unicorns. And maybe some popcorns.” Ed: “No, serious. What do you really want for your birthday?” Me: “I’m fucking serious. I want lots...
I want to work in a bookstore. I want to have a library in my future home. I like the smell of new books. More importantly, I need to read.
This word game we’re playing, it’s becoming increasingly scary. No idea what am i doing.
I miss hearing people call me by my chinese name. It’s like my chinese name don’t even exist anymore. Not even my mom calls me by my chinese name. Feels like I’m just known as Charmaine.
Because I have nothing to offer you. Nothing.
Trust me, you have no idea how much my family wished for sanity and peace at this point of time. And we’re definitely not looking forward to the coming weekend. No TGIF for us this week. But thank god I have some place to escape to, some friends to escape to. Not so much luck for my parents and kid brother. Tonight will be the last night.