the one thing tt prevented yesterday from being the worse day of my life
is tt my boyfriend didnt breakup with me.
if somewat coincidentally he did
i wld make a perfect mediacorp sob story.
but anyway.
i cant stop crying whenever i have to talk abt it.
so best thing is whoever knows wat happened
dont ask.
if i've got news i'll let u know.
and pls
i wld love to have it kept among
us for now.
but oh wells.
i'll be ok.
and mun.
i miss u already.
thanks for calling all the way from perth.
and i will be ok.
i will.
i stayed up until 515am yesterday watching sex and the city.
and i started at 1030pm.
it's almost 430am now.
and i'm still at it.
watching this fucking addictive show is turning me putty.
i became an emotional quadripelgic from an emotional cripple.
my poor boy is getting shit from this.
msgs in between play button and stop button.
phone calls at 5am.
i think he hates this show alr.
but noooooooooooo.
he sat in front of my tv on sunday
cldnt respond to a thing i said or do when i played satc.
so here we are.
suckers for shows like these.
first it was the l word
now it's satc.
but like i told my boy who's suffering from crazy msgs frm his crazy girlfriend
i only have 4 more seasons.
4.
i never knew i cld miss someone this much.
so when i was all alone on the comfy-iest bed in frankfurt
i was very very alone.
i missed the world.
the boy.
the girls.
home.
i think i might leave my job as soon as the bond is over.
my life sucks.
and the only thing tt's keeping me alive
is
the boy.
yup.
i kinda have to worship him.
not my choice though,