funny how it's the good days that usually get me depressed. there was good food, good company, good test results :):):) and even good weather. so why do i feel as if something terrible has happened.. and i am filled with a vague sense of loss, like i misplaced a piece of myself that i cant get back.



i love ironing. shirts, especially. it's strange how i never used to iron my own uniforms but now all she has to do is say, "jie, i got no more uniforms to wear leh..." and im there, willingly sweating like a pig over the ironing board. must be cos i love her so much. or maybe i just love ironing lah. now dad says i dont have to get a job anymore; i can be the full-time housedaughter. housedaughter!

^o) (use your imagination to conjure the appropriate msn emoticon)

i feel fragmented, therefore my post shall be fragmented too.
gdnite.