D. J. :
She’s a beautifully plain girl who daydreams nightly about a life she’ll never lead.
God, laughter, music, friends, marshmallows, lollipops, mochi and bread are some things that make up her everything. (:
a bundle of topsy-turvy contradictions, she loves every merry minute of her singlehood. (:
also, someone once told her our prayers were like our love letters to God. so here they are. (:

Wishes for never-ending laughter &for forever to meet no end.

Let's sing You a love song for i'm coming back to the Heart of Worship, where it's all about You.

DANIELLE. DANNY. FENG SHUI. FION. INEZ. TINGJUN.

Lovedrops♥
x x x x

life sucks when your mum's been poisoning your dad's mind against you. aka sabo-ing

seriously, for a supposedly "objective" person, he is annoyingly biased.

sure, my attitude is lousy (this i agree. i do have this itsy bitsy rebellious streak that resulted from constant repression.);
sure, my bro's "over-pampering" me (trust me, this is WAY untrue. he's just nicer than usual when my parents are around. -.-) ;
sure, i'm being what, girly?! (since when is that a crime? &btw, in case no one has noticed, i am a girl. >.<>

1. i strongly detest being accused of something i didn't do/say.
2. fine, i might have done/said it, but the version he has is so obscenely distorted.
3. and since there is that slight truth to it, i can't completely deny it either.
4. then again, what's the point of arguing when i can't win?
5. everything boils down to: respect. "i'm your *inserts parental figure here*"

whatever.
it's getting harder and harder so i'm just starting to ignore. i used to love it when my dad gets home coz my mum gets really *censored* when my dad's away. but now my dad's being a right *censored* towards me and it gets awfully tiring.
there's like, this gradual mental erosion that's ever so wearing.

there's one other thing i don't really understand either.
how does "you're in uni now, that means you're an adult/mature"
equate with
"no you're only 17, you're not allowed to stay out too late/stay over/ go out"?
thank goodness i don't really like to go out.. much.

dang my hopeless optimism that things will be different each time i ask &dang my conscience.

i need someone to talk to. rahhs. (here's when i go back to missing *inserts name here* .)

does anyone want to move out with me or let me move in with them when i'm like, i dunno, legal?

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