..since I've blogged. Newstation been really active though. Darn I haven't wrote diary for months seriously. Didn't have time to go home to tab daily stuffs, its always from The Man's house to agency and back to The Man's house.
So this is couple life, huh. =)
So during this while, life goes on. Kimmy got married 2 days ago, I didn't attend cos it was only ROM and she couldn't spare a plus one for me, and me being a bad friend didn't wanted to go alone. Pretty upset when I saw the pics of those who attended. Especially of those I don't think deserve the seats. HMPH. I'm going to be a sore bitch and not talk to the lovely brand new Mrs Zeng cos of this.
Okay move on.
Valentine's day was bad. So bad that I cried before and after. Then on the morning of post-Vday I got sick of myself behaving like a cry baby and decided to grow out of that sobbing. I don't enjoy disappointment, but its stupid to let this one (and the three occasions before that..so thats four in total) ruin his credit accumulated throughout three hundred and sixty days before. And being able to type this out *without tears in my eyes..coughs* shows a nerve has died deep inside. Died well died well.
Okay move on.
Deportment started yesterday, no one really shines out yet but I'm sure one of those lads will impress me in the final class. 've been lazy for a long while, March is on its way, gotta move my butt out of the couch (and tuck that tummy in.....ahem).
The Man has finally left 195 Pearl's Hill Terrace, abrupt move. All for the better.
