Monday, November 27, 2006
♥ Monday, November 27, 2006
After the really long break of posts. I shall come back. Okay, as promised.
Lil' Sis' Kor
Lil' Sis' Kor's Sis
My Lovely Twin
And that person. All you people, watch out for those mails in your inboxes because I shall post here because I find it very, very, mushy. Yes. So I shall just blog about daily life.
Firstly, about my lovely Hundred Acre Population. I've found out that I can make three rounds of Pooh Piglet Tigger and Eeyore. So here are all the people for each of em.
Pooh; surprisingly, all are ME. Like, do I eat so much honey?
Piglet; April. Mom. Fransis.
Tigger; Pris. Dad. Kor.
Eeyore; Simmy. Jo. That person.
Heh. And then, Vanilla. Say hi baby veee! Wahahah. She's my lovely new macbook my dad got me since monday which I have been playing sims on for five whole days for at least five hours a day. And also playing VH's songs from RBC. Muaha. My fellow companion of the office's wrath.
Oh, and I bought Sims2 , Sims2 pets, Sims2 chistmas party, Sims2 body shop, Sims2 glamour, Sims2 open for business and Sims 2 family fun. YAY. Muahahha. For 75,000RP. Which is about $15 altogether. But of course it's not real and it's troublesome to install and I couldn't install and I had to get the... uh, ABANG to install for me.
And my cousin! Cause she's christian I know she loves her religion but she can't MAKE me join her religion, at church and following the ten commandments. I mean, I'm already used to saying omg, and she insists that I can't say the three words. She points to me everytime whenever I say them, and whenever Jo is studying for his religion test especially when remembering the ten commandments. I mean, it's not as if I don't try. I've tried to not say them whenever she's around, or anything, but sometimes it just slips me.
I think she should at least respect me, you know. And my free choice to choose my religion. For now I'm just a free thinker, and I think it's best to stay at that. I normally don't put my faith onto another belief of mine, except love, that is. Maybe I'll be a christian, when I grow up. But not now. I'm a teenager. She doesn't find it hard to stop because she's eight and she's probably talked for only four years or so. And she forces me to go to church. I mean, yes I respect that she loves her religion but she should think of me too. I've not yet made my decision. It's like getting a christian to chant buddhist sutras and mantras and all that.
Ah well. I'll just have to silently wish that she doesn't drag me to church which has 'a lot of teenagers about three or four' (HA) this sunday. I shal pretend to sleep in after a bowling session which lasted til 12.30am the night before.
Seriously. Last night we got home from bowling at around one. AM.
Okay gotta run.
LOVES.
