Waiting in the car for the boyfriend to finish his dinner so we can go IMM together later!

Downloaded an app for my iPhone, Self-Potrait, which does this:

I realize that sometimes, it doesn’t take losing someone to realize how important he is. Sometimes, all it takes is a closer look at what I already have.

And there he is… Right in front of me.

P/s: I’m trying to drain my iPhone batt, which is possibly the most umromantic reason ever for this quite romantic post. The battery is really quite resilient. It seems determined to stay at 4% for the rest of eternity.

Funny how it dropped from 47 to 30 lightning quick when I actually needed to use the phone just now.

Nice one, murphy.

So on to even more mundane stuff (omg is that even possible?). Lemme share some inane tidbits about me and my life that you may or may not know.

1.I have a frosted winnie the pooh mug which I love but is too deep to wash properly with my hands.

2. I hate unclogging sinks and drains. With a VENGEANCE.

3. As a girl, I never brought tissue around until the boyfriend said, “how can a girl not have tissue?”. So I stopped being a girl.

4. I will never cut my hair above shoulder-length. Ever.

5. I don’t watch the TV or listen to the radio or read the papers at all. Most of the time, I get updated with world events when I see or hear other people talk about them. Oops.

6. I haven’t woken up before 7 in 7 years.

7. I cook a limited number of dishes very well. Really.

8. I only dated the boyfriend 6 days before we were officially together as a couple.

9. I chronically get lost. I’m pretty certain it can be classified as an illness. Lostingitis or something. (3%! Yes!)

10. I had braces from when I was 13, all the way to my first year in JC. I hated them. (2%!)

So that’s 10 things about me hur hur.

Before I go, I would just like to mention that I haven’t forgotten the original (alleged) purpose of this post:

19 years of my life were spent in this room. I’ll miss it…

When does a house become a home?

Imagine you have been dreaming of cranberries all your life, and life gives you lemons. You know what they say, “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade”.

I wonder what kind of people make the lemonade. Do they just happen to really like lemons, or did they just resign to fate? Perhaps life kept throwing them lemon after lemon until they finally succumbed to their lemonade-making lives.

Maybe the entire idea of life giving you lemons is screwed up in the first place. Screw those lemons; I don’t have to take them just because they were thrown at me.

I’ve been thinking of why I’ve been getting lemons all this while. And then I realize it’s about time I get out from under the lemon tree.

I’m going to go find my cranberries.