sometimes i wonder, who do i blog for and who is still following my blog?
then i realise that it doesnt matter anymore.
when you look back at the sad and unhappy stuff, you will laugh at it.
when you look back at the happy stuff, you will only cry.
i can already imagine that.
i want to cry when i look back at my entries. i want to miss everything. every trip we went, everything he did for me.
im 22. does it mean that i will only mature when im at the age of lets say 30? does it mean that every 20+ person will always be immature?
can someone have more faith in me, that i will change [away the bad habits or whatever]?
ok getting emo lol.
its monday again. i dont want to talk about it cuz i will be repeating if i do. but i really really hate mondays. i hate it that weekends end so fast i hate it that i have to work. ok stop.
love mummy daddy. love didi liang liang. last but not least, i love baby. baby as in bf not babies. ok not funny AHAHAHAHAHAH
did i mention that i start to love kids? maybe its bcuz i only saw cute ones around. :)
night people.
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