"gay..."
caroling, caroling and more caroling. its crazy. and caroling with my cousins were really fun. much better than before maybe cause i don't feel very well with the people in church even after a long 2 yrs. i feel much myself when im with my cousins, like with my friends. like you can be what you want to be cause you need not worry about your language and gestures and everything. of course with the exception of the phs people and a few others in church too.
i don't know how many times we carolled but this time was better. cos there were houses with lesser dogs. and its only for 1 day. can't stand a 2 day marathon. well, but the parties in the area we visited were smaller and much more homely. like a nice meal with just your family. no relatives no neighbours no friends. sweet. totally love this house we went. the lights on the porch were candy cane torches, and its just awesome. and the house is so cottage like. just like hansel and gratel. i love those kind of houses. not like im a fairyland tale person, but its one of those houses, you'd stop by just to take a closer look at it. and you just want to live in it.
that shall be how my house will be next time, if i were that rich. and i don't want to live in singapre. its a crazy place. i really hope i get to study abroad and then get that pr, and yea, officially a permanent resident of maybe australia or canada. fine with both. and houses there are CHEAP. cars are CHEAP too. only the rich live in apartments there. but who cares. i don't want to be a singaporean esp, when people know us as a bunch of hard-up people. we just need to learn to breathe. 1,2, breathe...
my cousins "gay..." are getting into me. that is gay. well, they are good influence. so yea, shall cut down on the fucks for God too. vulgarity proves one immature mind.
caroling, caroling and more caroling. its crazy. and caroling with my cousins were really fun. much better than before maybe cause i don't feel very well with the people in church even after a long 2 yrs. i feel much myself when im with my cousins, like with my friends. like you can be what you want to be cause you need not worry about your language and gestures and everything. of course with the exception of the phs people and a few others in church too.
i don't know how many times we carolled but this time was better. cos there were houses with lesser dogs. and its only for 1 day. can't stand a 2 day marathon. well, but the parties in the area we visited were smaller and much more homely. like a nice meal with just your family. no relatives no neighbours no friends. sweet. totally love this house we went. the lights on the porch were candy cane torches, and its just awesome. and the house is so cottage like. just like hansel and gratel. i love those kind of houses. not like im a fairyland tale person, but its one of those houses, you'd stop by just to take a closer look at it. and you just want to live in it.
that shall be how my house will be next time, if i were that rich. and i don't want to live in singapre. its a crazy place. i really hope i get to study abroad and then get that pr, and yea, officially a permanent resident of maybe australia or canada. fine with both. and houses there are CHEAP. cars are CHEAP too. only the rich live in apartments there. but who cares. i don't want to be a singaporean esp, when people know us as a bunch of hard-up people. we just need to learn to breathe. 1,2, breathe...
my cousins "gay..." are getting into me. that is gay. well, they are good influence. so yea, shall cut down on the fucks for God too. vulgarity proves one immature mind.
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