Torch song

Picture from here

Saw this picture and thought of mommy and lifeismorethanchocolatesnstrawberries, and of course myself. T.T

Dr CA and his kickass BT shirt!!

Picture from here

I will remember how Dr. C came in bearing a BT shirt on the final day of class! Naisss. I just realised how clumsy I am!

On any given day, I burst out in this loud "OWwwwWWww" on an average of five times?!

*looks at blue blacks and nursing my latest bump.

Seriously, is it even possible to be so clumsy. Urgh.

Jesus the ever merciful and ever loving.

So today I'm going to share some laundry stories cos I am boring like that.

No actually I'm typing this in the laundrette cos I came down too soon (like 15minutes too early) but I refuse to walk back up to my place and come back down again just to switch my clothes over from the washer to drier. *lazy max. I spent the last ten minutes talking to random strangers and some acquaintances. No, not friends. Just acquaintances. So imma type a blogpost in five minutes *beams* for my readership of prolly five people. T.T lol. Whateves.

So my story is this.

I've never done laundry on my own before I was sent off to this land called overseas. Yah. The first time I did my laundry here, my dad had to help me do it T.T

Human beings need a lot of things to feel alive. Family, Love, Sex. But we only need one thing: To actually be alive. We need a beating heart. When our heart is threatened, we respond in one of two ways: We either run or we attack. There’s a scientific term for this. Fight or flight. It’s instinct. We can’t control it. Or can we?

via  sandcastlesinthesand-  (originally  sandcastlesinthesand-)

And I got tired of typing (not of Tumblr-ing). The end.

I hope this keeps you happy.

Laugh until we think we'll die, barefoot on a summer night

La la la la, take me home.