Its amazing how many names or words we can come up with. Silly nicknames to self-made words. My mum came in the room and was saying "Bastardo is so irritating...." Bastardo refering to my dad. So used to this already. I often wonder what is ticking in my dad's mind. I never seem to know his emos. But somehow everytime when I look at him or rather when I look into his eyes. There is sadness. I cannot help to say this but "it is what you cause upon yourself to feel the way you are feeling...." If you know what I mean.
Anyway, becky darl came over to my house today. Her comp is horrid. Internet excess denied at her place. Poor girl. Her parents ought to get her a new comp. Anyway, thanks becks for companying me. Manda seems better. Things between her and him is sort of cleared up she thinks. Hopefully.
I have nothing much to tell today. Or perhaps maybe I'm just sleepy.
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My brain
To us aliens are scary, to them we are the scary ones
You found me :)
I think I laugh twice as loudly as you
I love scones and muffins
I love metaphysical stuffs
I love to travel
I love my job (at times)
And I love
