the whole house was vibrating under the relentless drills. that'a how bad it is.
it drives me nuts. if babe and I are going to renovate our house in the future, I would inform my neighbors before hand.
I really hope that the renovations wil cease tomorrow when my momsy is on leave . if not really waste her leave. no peace at all.
you see, that's why one should inform
thy's neighbor , so that they can plan their day in advance.
Anws I'm now on 969 and listening to the conversation of 4 teenagers before me.
all excitedly going for chalet after their O levels. talking about poly admission etc.
so happy right! reminded me so much
of my secondary school days.
2 rooms, 2 nights almost 30 of us.and on the second day, our friends from other classes came down too.
thinking back, secondary school days are pretty awesome too!
oh, and I'm very naughty why?
because I'm listening to Karl's muvo which he lend me to save my files last week when my lappie crashed in school.
hahaha! and he has really nice songs!
all my canto favorites!!
tonight I'm going to transfer to my own zen. ((:
Anws one of my all time favorite post from tumblr. we celebrate being women, because we are here not for ourselves, not for love, but for everything that needs us in it.
alpha female ftw! :)
" We are the girls with anxiety disorders, filled appointment books, five-year plans. We take ourselves very, very seriously. We are the peacemakers, the do-gooders, the givers, the savers. We are on time, overly prepared, well read, and witty, intellectually curious, always moving… We pride ourselves on getting as little sleep as possible and thrive on self-deprivation. We drink coffee, a lot of it. We are on birth control, Prozac, and multivitamins… We are relentless, judgmental with ourselves, and forgiving to others. We never want to be as passive-aggressive as our mothers, never want to marry men as uninspired as our fathers… We are the daughters of the feminists who said, “You can be anything,” and we heard, “You have to be everything."
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Courtney Martin
That last sentence.
(via midwest-belle)
true to my voice .
