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"We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them." - The Virgin Suicides
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Denise Chang, Illegal eighteen, currently rocking and rolling around, trying to find my own identity. Loves Chelsea, Justin Timberlake and the finer things in life (; Formspring Twitter Tumblr Facebook
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So hey,

We didn't go. Mum was prepared to send us, then dad called. I thought okay, at least we were home then. We could go later. Then my aunt started on how mum always gives in to us and how badly we treat her after we get what we want. And she concluded with, "No, you guys aren't going to that party". Some of her words really hurt me so I started crying. Partly also coz I still wanted to go to Blaze, screw it. The whole night was complete drama. Sam cried, I cried. But hey, we didn't go. Nuff said.

But later on the way home, Haris called. We talked aaaallll the way home, and even longer at home. So he kinda made my night, by making me laugh and all. Thanks (:

Today was boring, I slept at 7 and woke at 3. Got ready and we left early for my err, second cousin's wedding. Mum had to get her hair done and Sam wanted contacts plus she needed to buy her school uniform before she leaves on Sunday. I'm gonna miss her, but it's only for a week before I join her in Aussie (:

The wedding was typical, first wedding in years that I didn't drink. But I ate like a pig, so yeah, whatever. I'm home and I'm bored. I'm gonna blogstalk. Byee!

Currently listening to : More Than Words by Frankie J on repeat (:

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