It’s my one year anniversary on this blog
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A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,900 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 32 trips to carry that many people.
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So, yeah, basically that
And it just makes me extra depressed. Like I was already down the last few days coz… So much work… Revising for college mocks and shit
But now its like I’ve fallen further
I guess I’m pretty much a Notice me. Please. Its my birthday.
Idk why even I just have an incessant need to make this my day.
But obviously, me being me, I don’t say that shit out loud. Just keep it bottled in and just get all depressed on my birthday.
Plus this year we actually had plans to meet up. Since like two months back. And I don’t even know if its still going on.
That hurts even more 😥
Taemin was in my dreams last night …. It WAS NOT a good dream 😦
I just wanted to punch his dumb face
I walked into a room to see him and one of my best friends sitting knee-to-knee on the floor.
And he’s just flirting like i-do-no-wrong. I was burning 😛
See, I’ve always had an inferiority complex. Especially when,it comes to her. I don’t think she knows. Though we’ve known each other for years now.
But the last straw was when he puckered up for a popo like you do to a baby. Pucker up and lean forward.
She just shrugged and pecked him.
Duh! I wasn’t just gonna sit there watching them so my big plan was to distract. All her attention on me and she wont pay attention to him anymore.
So I was like all over her.
Then at one point I decided I wanted to break his hands coz you’re hands are so fuckin fragile, I could deffo break them pffft. Like how you put hands to hand then link your fingers, then I started bending his backwards.
Somehow she ended up tickling the hell out of me. I don’t even know why.
So I’m rolling on the floor, his hands are still clasped in mine.
It was probably to free his hands, but don’t you know, I clench up when being tickled 😛
The last I remember is me in foetal position on the floor, his arms stretched out his hands are still curled with mine under me….