I don't want this to happen again.
I finally let it all out yesterday. Hope there wont be a 2nd time. And like all girls, i blamed my 'lost of control of myself' to PMS. And Marc, regardless of whether your advices are useful, it certainly does help to an extend and i greatly appreciates it. Told sis about it and she seemed glad that it happened cause, as qouted from her: "I would be even more worried when you don't cry, esp after this had happened to you."
People tells me that i always appeared to be alright even though things are pretty bad for me. I don't deny that i was feeling terrible at that time. But everyone was in such cheery mood that i seriously don't have the heart to spoil the entire festive mood.
No, i am not cold-blooded. I have emotions. It's just that few people have actually witness the other side of me. I used to be a cry-baby; one who complained the same thing over and over again; a girl who whines alot; letting almost everybody know my problems. THAT was me. I don't do all these anymore cause i personally think
1) It's childish.
2) It irritates the hell out of peeps around me.
3) I should not go around telling peeps my problems. It is afterall, a personal thing.
4) I don't want to lose my good friends.
5) I have grown up. What happened yesterday was just an occasional outburst. Pardon my behaviour.
I went to Alvin's house, injury-free. And thanks to my Dino, I came out of his house with scratch marks all over me. Damm. I think Dino's getting hornier as he grows up. The moment i bend down to pick up something, he just runs over and smell my butt! What the!! I mean, hello, do i look like a female dog?? -_-"" BUT, no matter what, i still love my pooch.
Gonna change my blog skin. It's a lil boring.
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