bleahhh;
the last hurrah
& Tuesday, July 18
cts have
concluded with a loud
bang: shot ;
how unfortunate.
top priority a
month before; current
status: dead.
the glorious
gravestone: silly
paper with
alphabets ; tree killers
too fleeting. who is quenched?
to the grandparents, aunties and uncles. who left two kids drowning with invitations to almost every meal last weekend. cheers for caring enough to call, plus all the costly dinners made worse by the two kids who fail to hold decent conversations. because we speak like bullet trains, suck at mandarin.. oh who can forget the huge blunder made by yours truly - telling my grandma we didnt want the dinner leftovers for next day's breakfast, because it was too mah fan to heat up before school. SIGH, quickly went to explain myself and asked a question this container can put in microwave oven right, then can bring home la. redeemed, i hope. kids these days ahh, dont know how to talk. seoul garden was darn expensive, thank you. the fruits left at the door, thank you. becoming leeches in glori's house, cheerios. phonecalls, thank yall. <3
the adventure wasnt that exciting, after a while. no government means more chores. absence makes the heart grow fonder, confirmed. i wonder if you miss us. somehow i have this strange feeling i'll never survive abroad. come running home after three days. hurhur
goodbye
9:40 PM