let me draw you a romantic map, love

tears as poem:

Reality hits. School holidays are here. i'm off to my interview tomorrow. Everyday, i would look down at my small hands and wonder. What kind of archivements will these pair of chubby hands create? I will then give alittle smirk laughter.[which i'm good at.]

I was planning my 21st birthday. i was writing down the names of friends that i wanted to invite. As i held my pen, i'm lost. What kind of 'friends' should i invite? No, i'm not aiming for the gifts or the ang boa(s). But i do really want to have fun on this day with all my love ones.

I'm lost but i still scribbled some names down. Just some names that i've been in contact with and those we can really chat. i've 38 names. Out of 38, maybe it's less than 15 that i ... . I don't know. Maybe it's really not that important anymore.

This is depressing. haha. it's ok la. i'll get over it. haha.
Shoo!