Looking at numbers is making me puke.
Have been doing financial statements for bout 3 hours straight.
I’m so glad I’m not in Accountancy.
Numbers is not my thing.
& it’ll never be.
I’m not a fan of countdowns nor festive celebration.
But it was really special this time.
I spent the last day of 2011 with my boyf.
I spent the first few moments of 2012 with my boyf.
I’m still so emotional up till now.
I just simply miss the times we’d.
We spent hours heart-to-heart talk & shared childhood secrets.
Though there’s still some within me, I still need time to open up.
I hope my boyf can understand this.
I won’t know which secret of mine will backfire him even if he said it won’t.
I’m just really afraid.
What I’d do if he’d left?
I dare not think bout it..
I was wishing non-stop while waiting for the wishing lantern to light up.
I don’t know bout you but I hope you wished for the best of us too.
We were both excited & amazed by the scene as the lantern starts to float (apart from being scared that some random tree will catch fire as a result).
I’m glad that you were touched & my surprise was successfully.
The little book of love.
I hope you treasure it as much as I do.
XOXO
Happy 13th monthsary to us tomorrow.
Just when can I stop being a perfectionist?
Why do I feel like I’m the only one giving a fuck bout this?
The constant stress I’m experiencing is actually ruining my bod for years already.
Now there’s no stress within me.
It evolved to paranoid.
I just can’t wait for this whole torturous process to end.
It has been 13 years.
1 more year to go & I’m done.
I’ll survive for another 365 days..
Right?
I suppose.
It’s killin me softly.
So softly that even I don’t realize it at times.
I’m just tired of letting the tears roll down.
It’s never-ending.
