Emo's the word to describe how i'm feelin' right now. Not like those kind of dumb emo-ers who experience euphoria in slicing their own fleshes(so sry if u happen to find urself falling into this category...dun take it to heart) but seriously sad cum scared kind. So no...im not gonna chop my skin or go round slapping friends' faces randomly just because of sum minor depression... A series of inccidents simply affected me in a way which severely discouraged me from taking things for granted. i realised...Ever since young, iv'e been taking ALOT of things for granted....even up till recently. i took my bloody piano teacher for granted. notice the word in red. there's the story .......... ok lets get on with stuff b4 my tears starts to find their way out of those darts again.
Dear blogg, let's talk bout the n.o1 person i take most for granted--Mom. I don't know why, but it just dawned on me one fine midnight yesterday while i was tossing frantically in bed, that i really really love my mommy so much so much id'e nver thought how i'de ever survive without her!!And hell to those ppl out there who thinks that we should strive to learn to live GOOD without our parents! Good luck to u then! Too bad u CHOOSE to be alone even with ur parents still alive an kicking. To even think that some out there crave and would die to depend on parents bcoz they are deprived of one. I swear i'de treasure my mom a billion times more than i used to do.
She washes my clothes right up to my underwears....why?gotta prob with tht? she loves me. i love it.
Yea...and she refills my water bottle for me every morning without fail....and i love her so much for that! She makes sure i eat my breakfast lunch dinner without fail or i can dream on stepping out of the house....and gues what...i so adore that^.^ She invests in stocks just to get a baby grand for me. She always cooks for me my favourite dishes by hook or by crook....and thats how i become so fat. but like i give a shyt? If it's my mom who's making me fat, i so wanna become fatter. Only by her. Coz i dun wanna grow up regretting i didnt enjoy her cooking enough. i dunt care what others think mann...go think all u want =) Taunt me...call me a Mommy's & Daddy's Girl for all i care! im proud of it =) Independnce?let nature take its cause ..a woman would discover her ultimate capabilities when the need calls for. So for now, it's just my mom & i... if up till this stage, information's still not registered, u ought to be shot.
Recently, iv'e been contemplating whether to create a private blogg too...coz seriously, wat's the point of having a blogg when everyone can read it and bitch over it?or sometimes, even SNIGGER about it? Is this still considered a diary then? The only apparent argument from me for owning a blogg is due to the fact that i hate to keep those stoopit looking paper diaries where all they do is collect dust after awhile.
Oh and not forgetting...days ago, HongKong peeps came over to our 'Garden City' for a neat 5days! Though i admit i wasn't really involved with entire programme, i sincerely enjoyed a good deal of moments. Excluding the part where ...ahem...yea...the SCARY part. Nvm...shan't delve deeper.
~ON A LIGHTER NOTE, FOR ALL THOSE LOVE BIRDS OUT THERE, MAY EVERLASTING LOVE BESTOW UPON U~
{Greta's Valley of Randomness}
