Hello Mercy,
I have been searching for you lately.

Popping bottles in the ice.

That feeling when you know the worst parts are over, for now.

So glad to have found them. I needed this day really bad; love Ash and Nish! The city is always beautiful, especially at night. Love the concrete jungle, you'll never feel alone in there.

I have lost my spontaneous tendency to become gay. Oh gosh that just sounds so wrong in many, many ways. BUT, fact. Thank goodness for Nish and her unfounded talent in dancing and rapping with her renewable energy bursting to the brim. :-) :-)

Love the night, love the night. It's so scary yet so very wonderful.

The unending road of turmoil.

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4.5 years and beyond then!

Hahahahaha, hm yeah, love it that we're counting the years, and the years just seem to grow and grow and grow infinitely (but the APGP sh1t's seeping into my brain cells so I should probably stop thinking right about now.)

Would definitely love to meet you guys again. Feels like 2010 very very much. Miss 2010. Probably because my mind etches all the good parts and sweeps the bad parts away like dust. I remember jogging, I remember Be Yourself Day, I remember the last day of school and graduation.

Dam*, I really do think the over-thinking governs our lives. Oh man, that shouldn't happen. We should probably stop; phase out all those sucky thoughts and pretend we're living our lives absolutely normally, like normal people. (Ash's probably a normal person, so we should follow her example hhaha)

Replies in blog form are so our thing. (Y)

p.s: Love the pink on xanga. Blogspot colours are ugly!!

Happy happy happy day,

The day I found out studying and crapping can be mutually inclusive.

This day shall be remembered forever. :}
ICC just really feels like secondary school to me. All very nostalgic. Except 2011 Deonn HAHAH. Her t-shirt says "O Hay There Deonn!"
Funkyhahahaha.
Talked about social moth and the 1000 (girl)friends on Facebook theory, girl with limp hair, girl with frizzy hair (Rebs), life, ice cream, music, mind-shuffling, life. Good stuff, good stuff.
Ultra, super grateful ▲▲▲♥▲▲▲
Then went home to cook porridge for my sister and myself. Worst dinner ever I cannot cook for macadamia nuts to save my life.

Now the road's just really long and repetitive. Feel like I'm going on a roundabout which never stops.
Feels like I try, hard, but never being able to attain Level 99 nirvana, so, hello, GG to me I guess.

I should never ever put myself in such an emotionally draining situation ever again. Hopes and expectations should never be allowed to enter my mind again. Never never never ever. Can just crumble and flop on to the floor like jelly. Bleh, don't wanna say anymore.

My spectacles are making an arrival tomorrow to my doorstep- or rather, I'm going to pick them up with my Mom. After seventeen years. Dayum, must be the tinyass words on mobile twitter.

Omg and Rug's texts are forever the bomb they're just very very super amusing to read every word and I love reading every word because I can imagine her complaining like she used to. She's obviously in love with Glee now just that she doesn't want to admit it (but subtly does).
Monteith, mine. :-)

Someday I'll be living in a big old city.

Reading previous blog.
I really really was affected by the littlest things.

On my way to change. Or at least, that's what I want to do.

Smile though your heart is aching,
Smile even though it's breaking.
When there are clouds in the sky,
You'll get by.

J