Tuesday, July 27, 2010
My parents have been reading my diary.
It's a toss-up between them or my maid.
K I feel quite annoyed but I suppose it's like my just desserts for betraying their trust. But that is LOW, man. And... I cringe at the thought of it cos I seriously put everything in my diary, it's like verbal diarrhoea, I have ten million secrets inside. Haha for all I know they're also stalking me on my blog also. But I don't think so.
But anyway... I just went to lock all my diaries up. From the first one (when I was in p4) to my current one. I guess this was kinda preventable only yeah I really didn't expect it.
Shall end the post abruptly here.
It's all about Me.
PROFILE
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CFPS, RGS, RJ
Sometimes I like stillness and silence, but I get restless easily. I am happy when I am doing new things and when my days are jampacked. I am happy when around
friends and family.
I like anything which has a dignified air, and also anything that is seemingly effortless. I write poetry and prose, when I can. (No guarantees about standard of said
writing.)
But the best moments are when we're all laughing till our sides hurt, till we're gasping for air, and we're tearing. When the endorphins kick in full blast. I live
for these moments.
I am a work in progress. I am constantly trying to find myself. I have a bucket list, it is ambitious.
What you see here is only 0.1%, the rest goes into my diary.
Maybe some other day.
Talk
You have my thanks.
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