sometimes, i'm afraid that i'm wasting my life. then again, i'm 36. that's normal.
i heard the same sentence being uttered again today, repetitiously.
but she's only 8! where does she gets these crazy ideas from? not from me, that's for sure. i have never spoken it out loud. at 8, her world has barely even begun. paranoia must be hereditary.
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what kinda paranoia.
Happy New Year Me ME!
*shaking head* Kids - can't raise them, can't put them up for sale on eBay. sigh.
must be your fault lah! or another virgoan.
dear zewt: since she is like mummy, i'll say paranoia of the good kind :-p and cute kind :-p :-p and nice kind. :-p :-p :-p
dear annie: happy new year, deary. i tried, believe me, i've tried!!!! but they say no livestock. sigh! if i ask they to keep still enough for a minute or two, do you think i can fool them?
dear monty: she's not a virgoan. and it's not my fault. *sob* stop pointing the finger at me. *pout*
sometimes, i also feel like i'm wasting my life too... Hahahahaha!
dear ian: gasp!!! you are my long-lost daughter?!?!?! i didn't know!!!! daughter darling!!!!! *run to hug ian*
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