Officially, im singular, literally.
It was an awfully silly, childish and awkward bitter argument.
It started off yesterday, and it dragged till today, cos i couldnt resist giving that much-needed-maturity boy a piece of my mind.
Well, i dont wanna come off as mean, but hell, i think half the smses i sent were not comprehended.
So here i am.
Moving along the express train...to nowhere, really.
Well, at least im smiling, goddamnit.
Its a day away from Hari Raya, and its bittersweet for me.
I cant wait to meet all the tremendously missed cousins and aunts.
Of course not forgetting those whom has passed on to be with Him.
You will always forever remain in my heart and those sweetcherry memories shall live on.
To be quite honest, im abit dumbfounded.
I cant really think sanely right now, apart from the tiny cracks on the heart.
I shall head on to Nippon Paint and get those paint that could cover hairline cracks and shit.
Laugh with me, damn it.
To those whose wise enough to tell me to get on with my yayahood, thank you so much.
It means alot to me. :)
Its back to unplanned car trips to parks and doodling on random chests. Lalala.
Im going to rock my yayahood and you told me to prove it to you ?
Monseuir, i am. You just have to wait.
Seriously if i were to tell anyone about you, they'd laugh at my face.
I am Emma, mtf.
I cant tolerate that, hell no.
Ive got a golden pusseh to take care of.
HAHA, having said that, i feel so so much better.
Thank you.