Today I was being absolutely moronic by wailing and wailing while we were stepping into the house, utterly disgracing my parents because there were neighbours coming downstairs.
"Oi, siao ah."
*Whines* "But you whacked my butt just now, and I helped to scrub the hall floor today!"
And I ran into my room in a mock hissy fit and started giggling because I had effectively embarrassed my parents in front of the neighbours. They must regret not giving me away when I was 2.
I am such an irritating kid, it's a wonder my parents still love me. So, I am going to stay up during Chinese New Year's eve so that they will have a potentially long life. I don't see how it works, but it's worth a shot anyway. And it will give me a legitimate reason for staying up late (and my mom shall not come out and say, VANESSA GO AND SLEEP LA SO LATE ALREADY STILL DON'T WANT TO SLEEP!!). It will make my parents happy too.
I have resolved to make resolutions for the Chinese New Year (talk about cheesy resolutions. It's an easy-to-achieve goal, and it will be attained by CNY yaaay!). Well it gives me some time to settle into 2009 and properly think about what I want to achieve this year.
(I HAVE HEEDED THE GOD OF BLOGS!)
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Today's a pretty much one of the crappiest days in a long time. I learnt that it hurts more for you in that tiny heart of yours when you hurt somebody who is already going through a bad time, even when it wasn't deliberate. It's funny how a certain bad thing that happens over a few hours can override the emotions from the good things that happen in the day, leaving you feeling as if the day's events never happened at all, and that you really only woke up at 8.30pm in the evening. Possibly daytime was really yesterday, and today only consists of night.
I started this entry having lots to say, but I guess I don't know how to put it across. I shall go watch some terribly poignant DVDs instead.
I started this entry having lots to say, but I guess I don't know how to put it across. I shall go watch some terribly poignant DVDs instead.
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