
the bowling alley

22.may.sunday
been a long time since I was really happy. and i mean really happy. life has been somewhat gloomy for the past few months, but it was different yesterday. It is amazing when you think of the kind of people that God have planted in your life.
Pouring out all our woes together and drowning them in ice-cream was definitely nice. Even though we were a little depressed, but still we know that God will definitely make all things beautiful in His time.
Thank God for blessing me with someone who is so dear to my heart, and that we can just connect and share everything with mutual understanding that is so strong even tho we're years apart. And I know we'll tide through good and bad times together with Him. And yes I've injected cheer into her grind, at least that's what she told me! shiao eh twinnie. and thanks darl fer e sweet messages, cuz it warmed & melted my heart, heehee... shiao eh twinnie.
late suppers and early morning at shopping at mustafa was gr8 too with nick aud eu suat twin me. =)
23rdmay.
hell. my tooth aches like mad. and no it is not wisdom tooth. its the root canal issue again. and so i found myself weeping buckets, first time sobbing so much ever since e hell wk of attachment, cuz it is so freaking scary, and i dont want to waste that money. sobs. and i only got 1 more painkiller left to last the whole night til tomo.how can it be possible, when i just had 1 at 6 and the pain is beginning to come back now? oh God please save me from all these agony. please. going to cry myself to sleep tonight. ='(
useless me always crying. big baby. grow up and get a grip.
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here's what she said to me
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here's what my sweetheart said
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Now I have Children of my own
They ask their mother
What will I be
Will I be handsome
Will I be rich
I tell them tenderly
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera