Everything happens for a Reason

I . Have . To . Do . This .

bad day today, after my cats broke my mum's pelican for the 3rd time.

it's like waaaaaaay worse than yesterday.

the usual wallowing in ABSOLUTE self-pity and crying my eyes out and getting depressed happens.

thank god for cummy, i swear he's one of the best things that happened to me.

because without him,

i would be :

this slobbery-mildlyanorexic-yet-not-seeing-results-improportionate person who has an EXTREME self esteem prob ( zsa and kesh i swear, it's like so much better now. ZSA WOULD HAVE KILLED ME WITH HER RADICAL WAYS IN THE PAST ).

HA.

so anyway, i should be glad that life is better now.

albeit the fact that my mum is so IN-YOU-FACE angry with me for not looking out for whiskas.

but god-damnit, she's too cute to get angry with.

the super bad day phase just spiralled when mumsy said all that stuff.

i swear, she made me feel like the worst daughter on earth.

cummy went all " tell her imagine if she were the one lah, how to react ? "

HAHA SORRY.

i don talk back to people.

i just swallow in all the lashings (fair/unfair) and get bitter.

le pathetic.

guess i'll go hunting for more pelicans for my mum, hopefully that'll make her feel better :D

and because of the pelican issue

(.___. i cant believe a pelican caused all these shit, bloody birddd!!! )

everything got pushed back. whatever plans i had.

photos? gone.

projects? gone.

practising dance? gone.

studying? gone.

doing my accounts? gone.

STUPID PELICAN.