My life now's really so mundane and boring and empty that I have nothing much to say about it. Well, except that it isn't quite a life itself. Boo.

I was reading my past entries from my old blog, those when I was still rather brain-active, and I actually kinda liked them better, though most were kinda melodramatic... But I like melodrama and melancholy!! I've always believed people write better when they're high on emotions or suicidal or hallucinating their room's a gas chamber... I like to read dark materials and get acquainted with the sinister side of life.
It's fulfilling though not accomplishing...
But it's good. Everyone needs a little corruption once in a while if not half their lifetimes. (:
And I think I need to start reading again and I wanna start a word bank book. Yeah, like in primary school, so I can build my vocabulary and I really like this whole language and literature thing. Or maybe it's make-believe... Haha. (:

I have life-important issues to decide on.
As you know I lost my spanking new camera about a month back, I'm now dying without one!!
I thought I could make do with the old one but it's being princessy and goes into bitch fits every now and then. So, I really need a camera! I mean.. I reaaaallly want one. Hehe. I can't decide if it's wise to get it. Sigh.
Then, I really wanna do something about my hair, which has been the same for a couple of years!
I really still want my mid-length inverted bob but I'm apprehensive. What if I miss my long ponytail?! But I'm also sick of washing my long hair (it's a bloody chore) and giving it the TLC it needs. Should I? Should I not? Ugh.
I also can't decide if I should get a job cause I wanna stay home and talk to the baby and I'm getting super lazy but I need money to fly Perth!! Should I just take the easy way out and ask the mum? Rahh!
I've been pondering on these issues that they're threatening my life, I swear! Haha. You see, my quality of life has degraded to such a state that these chicken-feather issues are killing my spongey brain. /:

On a lighter note, the baby insists that I put up her raps(???)!

Give her credit! She thinks they're awesome. Haha. Okay, I think they're er, funnayee. Heh.
You know how eager she was, like a kid, to tell me that the teacher wrote 'well written' on her work and that she passed her basic theory in one seating? She sounded so ecstatic that it made me proud. Not in the mummy way but cause I felt important and it's nice to feel important once in a while. (:

I think I miss some of my friends...
Oh well.

Love.
x o x o