Saturday, 16 November 2013

chocolate cake is the best

I'm still fooling around with photoscape. bcs its easy.
like how teenage boys go for easy girls,
yeah im sorry photoscape
you are the easy girl to my teenage boy :(

i just got back from my grandma's house we had a freaking feast.
LOOK ----- MONKEYS AT PLAY

Ephraim, Emman & Piyo-COOKIE
we celebrated Ephraims birthday
yes the photo was edited badly with Photoscape
but i had to do something the pictures were so bland :( 
 okay cake shot 


And i really really really really love chocolate cake
oh god. 
I LOVE CHOCOLATE CAKE 
I LOVE CHOCOLATE
and as i am typing this my lenovo is acting up. or maybe its just blogger.
anyway, this family gathering seemed to go ok. I think its because it was a small one.
usually major fights breakout when my extended family and everything and everyone get together.
but this time the dispute was minor. lol but its normal la. 
family always like this one? i guess? 


very small gathering first cousins and im the oldest omg i feel so old now. ok nvm 16 still young
still young, still young, still young, {repeat this mantra to maintain youth} 

ITS NOVEMBER AND OUR CHRISTMAS TREE ISN'T UP YET WHAT ON EARTH.
but then again we probably won't be here for christmas. 
we've been spending Christmas elsewhere for 2 years in a row and i don't think my parents wanna break that chain.

also i so malas wanna do haul post. 
i feel so energised but i have eyebags.
and i've only reached the second book of the mortal instruments series.
a movie can really promote the book, this is the first time i watched a movie and then read the book.
yay another first for me <3
nothing to rant about except i cannot wait to get my own car ugh im so fed up of relying on my mom to send me to places and shes always late!!
my god. 
i hate it when im late for something i like. or something important,
how to tell your mother this? later she say i ungrateful child again. 
so hard to tell my mom some stuff because i might come off as rude. 
but then again. 
but never mind.

why so long this post?




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