Let’s MUG!

I never liked this. (:

Oh well. Sorry. I really never liked this. Really. ): Forgive the nonsense in this post, really. I’m just… so sick. Yeah literally. Headaches + gastric pains + dizziness + nausea + stomach cramps. (: Exam fevers. Don’t worry! None of you out there are giving me any stress! XD It’s me. Yepps. I’m giving myself lots of stress. I’m sure. But… 化压力为动力？Sorry, I couldn’t exactly do that. I tried. Seriously. I just… I don’t like this. ):

I miss you. I miss Denise. I miss lots of you. I miss Haoyang. I miss Wanqi. I miss Weiqi. I miss Ian. ): Oh well… (:

Zzz… I want to go and SLEEP and FORGET. Maybe I should.

http://crystal-heart-haven.blogspot.com << that was what I was like yesterday. Yeah. Totally like a… zombie. I think if Ms Lim saw me she’d think I was a total zombie. ZOMBIE! YAY! T.T

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I hope that’s enough for these few days. One apology for each paper. Sorry. << that’s the main one.

AUSTRALIA!!! D: NEW ZEALAND!!! D: I miss you two.

Sorry, I’m not quite in a position to miss Singapore. ): I’m in Singapore. Thus… oh well. XD

vonne

P.S. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m really very sorry. SORRY! D: A hundred sorry’s wouldn’t be able to express the sorriness (sorrow?! LOL) in me. Sorry. :’(

Wrist

Wrist… ><
Is it really all that lovely to torture me, darling wrist? I hope not. For all I know… it isn’t a very pleasant thing.

And let me forget about you, if you can’t forget about me, then.

!!!

I SAID, DARLING MY WRIST WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME YET.
And I hold to it. My wrist, my wrist, my DARLING, I hate my wrist! I hate my wrist, I hate my wrist, and YES darling, I hate that thing on my wrist.
Whatever.
I am hopeless. My wrist is dying. And I’m hating every minute of it. Darling I hate my wrist. (And, nope, my darling does not mean anyone at all.) Lovely. My wrist shall be the death of me yet. The only thing that I can depend on depends on my wrist! And my wrist is hating me. My wrist hates my choice of career. My wrist is very bent on being the death of me.

Darling, my love, WRIST, GET WELL man.