Life is full of ups and downs. *deep breaths

Found this short blog (short, being that you can finish browsing the entire thing within 5-7 clicks? I can't remember). Anyway, uber sweet post-its!

 

I'll survive you, life. 

Edit:/

And you'd think after passing your teenhood, we'd be a little less effing retardedly childish in life. FTS. Turns out, no one ever grows up. Me included IF you wanted to ask me why i'm being fking judgemental. Fking rage. I actually contemplated throwing my bloody lap top out of the window. What a conclusion to two nice weeks of holiday. FML. kthxbai.

If this weren't a public blog i'd be cursing a whole lot more. Seriously. Sorry. 

And don't ANYONE bloody judge me based on my blog. 

I will not settle

Because I said so.



C H O I C E S .

“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best—” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”

—	The House at Pooh Corner by A.A.Milne

Love save the empty

That peaceful look that comes with the price of air conditioning ONLY. Really!


Joaquin! Shopping when you're tad bit older! Us girls? We've become em grandparents' nightmare; promising shopping and all. =_=


L: Don't be like your uncle Joshua. Always play computer games!
M: Yeah when you're older we go out shopping okay!
E: *points at other two* Not me!


Uncle A: See, so many aunties come visit you! *serious face*
M: But i'm not aunty... I'm che che....
Uncle A: But you all same level as Josh now!
M: =.=


Uncle: Ah soh!
Aunty: You "ah soh" one more time and baby is yours to carry!


Good day spent with them girls + 1. Greeted by Mocha when we got there (or was it Latte, who knows). Mild rants about foreign languages and random stuff. OH LOTS CHOCOLATES! And Uncle going AH SOH all morning (cos he just got back from Germany that morning). Ended with fruitful Ba Kut Teh & Yong Tau Fu lunch with Uncle after. So much food. AH.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. ”

Anais Nin