So I turned 22 this month. Oddly enough, 21 is supposed to be the defining age but 21 felt very much like 20, and 20 felt very much like 19 and 19 felt identical to 18, there really wasn't a turning point then and I didnt understand what the whole fuss was about. Sadly, I do now. So turning 22 for me was basically my 21.
Signs that I am older than I was before.
There is a cleft between my teeth that food gets stuck in. I SWEAR, this was never there before this year. It deeply saddens me.
I have now started work and have no life.
I type serious emails at work and use as little of 'I' as possible because everyone else does it. (e.g. Seeking approval for blah. Appreciate assistance on this. Would like to blah.) I guess adding 'I' in front of things makes it personal? I HAVE NO IDEA, it befuddles me but I shall just go with the flow, my brain cannot comprehend at the moment but I am slowly getting used to it.
I am aware of all my expenses and have started keeping track. LRT 4.60 Lunch 15.00 And have started saving up + give money to my parents.
T.G.I.F actually means something to me.
No time to watch series or catch up with friends.
I miss the times when things were simpler. But all in all, I am happy where I am today. I feel so lucky and so blessed and I believe that I have everything that I have ever wanted right here with me. So here's to 22. (:
Okay guys, Im so sorry ive neglected the blog for awhile now, no promises on updating it more often ): the blogging flame has kind of died down and I find I dont have the time (or rather, cant be bothered to spare the time NUUOOHH). Also, this new blogger system makes it harder for me to post photos D: so this shall be a photoless post... do view facebook for photos though :D go on, dont be shy! :D I shall now write a long and boring post because i feel boring and spent today HAHA :p
So my Olympic games maker journey has come to an end! It has been long and tiring, but also very rewarding. I got to meet and mingle with people I never would have in my life if it wasnt for this opportunity. Its crazy really! To work with people whose lives seem world's apart and how we all get along splendidly (: It was good fun working together with the army guys and royal air force people, talking to the older uncles to the young ones that dropped out of school and didnt know what else to do so went into the army. Its a little strange, sometimes it feels as if i fell into a movie when they tell me their stories, but i guess the movies get their material from somewhere. I worked together with G4S (security) folk and there was this one boy who was doing it part time and told me he's the only one in his neighbourhood to go to university and that everyone was so surprised. I think I must have looked at him in awe, good on you. Where does he find that drive and determination?
It was also really amazing to work together with the other Games Makers. I believe it was very smart of the Olympic Committee to hire volunteers for the event! (: Almost everyone is always on high spirits and have a lot of enthusiasm throughout the day. I think we, out of all the workforce, understand the most what it takes to make the games. Everyone is always eager to please, and friendly, and smiling. We're constantly moving about, dancing, laughing, chatting to spectators making them feel happy too! (: Its been wonderful getting to know and work with these people! There were so many working folks that used up ALL their annual leave just to be there and volunteer. That screams dedication!!! :D And spectators are so sweet (: They always turn to us and say thank you, or good job, or thank you for the time that you have given up for this! or they tell us they think we're amazing! :D
I've heard so many spectators ask 'WHY ARE THEY SO HAPPY?!' HAHAHAHA :D And when I turn someones frown upside down! Its such a nice feeling! (: I also think its so cute when people feel so rushed and anxious when they're going through security and have to take out everything from their pockets etc, i always go, 'its okay! you can take your time!' XD and so now i know how it feels like to be on the other side! ohohohoho (: Ive received hugs from people, and high fived kids (though one high five was special cause he was sitting on his dad's shoulders and then he held out his hand so I was the one who had to run to him to high five him. WHAT A BOSS), and even danced with an uncle in the line LOLs. Its been a good run.
I remember reading on the security white board,'tiredness last for a short while, memories last forever.'(: The 8 hour shifts did take a lot out of me at the end of the day, but im glad i took part in this, its been a fun ride :D Thank you Olympics Committee for everything! :D
ps. on the last day of my shift, I got 2 free tickets into the Olympic Park! :D So my boy managed to come in, for the first time! I've been trying to get tickets online but I failed to do so cause they've all sold out. So that really was a stroke of luck!! Thank you to my favourite boy, for sending me every morning for my shift, and waiting for me at the end of my shift to send me home so I never have to be alone. Thanks for putting up with my tired self and being the best boyfriend I could ever wish for.
I've had Keratosis Pilaris from as young as i can remember. Wasn't born with it, but I think I got it sometime when I was still in primary school. These little skin coloured bumps just appeared around my tummy area one day and I didn't know what it was. They didn't itch or anything, they were just THERE. I remember running up to my mom when she got home and showing it to her and asking her what it was. First reaction was a little bit of surprise and 'i don't know, go ask your father.' So i ran to where my daddy was and asked him, and he didnt know either. So, since it didnt itch or anything, we just left it for a few days in hopes that it would go away. But then it didnt. So i remember going to the doctors and asking the doctor about it. I dont remember clearly anymore because it was so long ago, but i remember him saying that there was nothing we could do about it and it had something to do with my sweat glands... so that was that. I went home, i made my peace with it. Ugly tummy skin, okay. okay. okay. Somehow, even when i was a kid, it did matter, but i didnt really let it bother me because, hey, no one is going to know anyway right? and hopefully it goes away, right?
So many years passed. And it stayed. Ive only told a couple people about it before, because i've always felt self conscious about it, so its not like I go around showing people HEY LOOK, TINY BUMPS INNIT AWESOME. yeah, no. Not awesome. But I did show a couple of friends, I guess in some way, trying to comfort myself with ITS NOT THAT HORRIBLE through seeing the reactions of people. I've gotten a few, 'how come like that one?', 'Its not so bad, I cant really see it unless I look closely', so its not that bad I guess. But it did make me feel like a weirdo because I didnt know anyone else who has the condition, but hey, never mind. And then one day I went somewhere with a couple of friends and i saw that a friend of mine had it too! TT For the first time, I felt like I was not alone, its sad that he had it as well, but it also consoled me a little bit. And then another friend saw and made the comment that he's dirty and didn't shower D: So that deflated my self esteem a little bit and I tried to defend him with 'I dont think cleanliness has anything to do with it' but at the same time, I wasnt going to offer myself up and say I had it too. Cause it made me feel kind of dirty and gross then ):
But again, never mind. I made my peace with it. And I figured, anyone who likes me is going to like me for me right? This shouldn't matter right? And its not SO BAD. But then recently, its been getting worse. Ive been getting more spots and its even spread to my arm and its freaking me out. So I googled it (not that i never googled it before, but last time, i.e. many years ago, it didnt pull up any results) and the words Keratosis Pilaris came up. And I was like, THATS IT. THATS WHAT I HAVE.WHAT I HAVE, HAS A NAME. And a lot of sources said that there is no cure. You may grow out of it and that 1 out of 4 people in the world has it and that it is hereditary. No, nothing to do with cleanliness, its just your body producing too much keratin. OH YOU BODY, YOU. WHY YOU SO EFFICIENT EH!?!? =.= But basically. It was depressing to see the words NO CURE, but at the same time, again, comforting to know, NOT ALONE. NOT MY FAULT.I came across this website that sells Kerafree, which is apparently this lotion thats supposed to cure this, but Ive read reviews and its pretty mixed. Some says its been making the condition worse, some says it helps, i dont know. Also, its very pricey, so ive decided i dont want to take the risk, considering the price and the mixed reviews. So never mind.
But, upon more googling, I found this video,
I dont know if you watched it but basically the girl says she uses this cleansing scrub and moisturizes and it cures her skin! :D So I bought the scrub online and have been using it. The ones of my arm are not as bad anymore though the ones around my tummy area are still there, but hopefully they'll go away with time. (: But just in case anyone else out there has it as well, hopefully this can help you as well, or you could alternatively always try Kerafree, link here, its 40pounds (: It was so nice to read the comments on the youtube video that it made me laugh and kind of want to cry, because those people suffer the same condition and everything they say resonates with me and how I've always felt. Its so nice to feel like you're not alone. And im so glad I've found someone who cares for me and doesn't give a shit about this KERATOSIS PILARIS and doesn't allow me to call it ALIEN SKIN, although i still always do. :O Thank you, boy
Alright, for all you people out there who have keratosis pilaris aka chicken skin (I had no idea they called it that), #icanrelate. And its not the worst thing in the world (: Its okay. *patpat* For all those of you who don't, GOOD FOR YOU and please dont make mean comments about it D: It really eats into someones self esteem and thats not very nice. People should always, ALWAYS watch what they say. Because a offhanded comment does still really hurt. But anyway.
I wish there wasn't so much I had to think about. You put your faith in people and you expect them to deliver. But this is the real world, people have their self interests at heart, its about time you learned. But im still that very same girl, the one who got her milk stolen from the fridge but opened and closed the fridge over and over again, in disbelief. Hoping the next time she opened the fridge, that bottle of milk would be there. Ah, my bad, I just missed it, you were sitting there all along, no one took you. But to no avail.
When will you learn?
Perhaps its time to accept the truth of it, people are fundamentally selfish, heck. Im selfish too, i know. I admit it. But when im counting on someone, and i know someone is counting on me, i do my best. And it is human nature to expect reciprocity, else we just sit at one corner, pouting, feeling upset. You get what you give, so give good, right? Or is it not? The more you take the more you gain? Give sparingly? At a loss for words. I hate it when people let me down. Oh, who does? I hate it when i start losing faith in people, when in my mind i start painting bad images and seeing people in a negative light. But its hard,
People like you and me, its sad isn't it? You told me, that's life. That's just what happens, I had to learn it the hard way too. Next time just be wary. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. It would be so much easier if everyone was just nice and you wouldn't feel like a fool to place your trust in people. Its so hard isn't it? Sometimes it feels as though you can't trust anyone but yourself. People let you down. Is it worth it?
On a brighter note, conversation with my sister today,
"Hahahaa ooh so unfair, I thought I was cool"
"Ohohohohoho Sorry to break it to you, but I'm cooler."
"Im like a snowman. You're just a spec of snowflake that forms the whole of me."
:D HAHAHAHAHAHA Im so lame but I make myself laugh. Oh my.
but hey, it'll be over soon (: a little strange to think that this is going to be my last school exam ever. Ever. ever. unless I decide to take on Master's later on, which i doubt i will. And i'll be graduating soon. My. I feel old. All smiles.
Cool blue m&m totally checking me out.
How you doing, yourself (;
I cannot believe im turning 22 this year. Looking at my own picture im like, NO WAY. that girl looks 16.yeah. no. ): YOU'RE OLD NOW MAY. OOOOOOLD. but i'll start acting my age when i graduate, and step into the working world and be a working girl D: NUUOOHHH. I REFUSE. i will be
FOREVER YOOUUUNNNNGGG~ TTv
*abrupt end*
This still gets me, every time.
p.s. I hate the new blogger settings ): I don't know how this shit works. ):
p.p.s Will be done by the 12th of June. Cannot wait!!
Relearn to drive (I'm thinking crash course with dad every evening after work from the time i get home till work starts! crossies!)
Continue to volunteer, perhaps be involved in events (: that would be very, very nice.
Take up belly dancing D: wanted to do this for years now. (haha brenda, i still remember that postcard i sent you XD)
Okay, until I think of more, this will be it. Im not very good at making goals and resolutions. If you all recall, every year my new years resolution is TOTAL WORLD DOMINATION. but, yeah, i think this is an improvement? a little bit more realistic this time, dont you think?
Having sweaty palms is such a pain. And its not that there's anything you can do about it (actually no, I've read somewhere before about some treatment where you put your hands in water and they pass current or something in the water that will somehow make the sweat glands not secrete as much or something? but I don't think its a very well known thing and i dont know where to get that done and if it will even work so im gonna factor this out). Different people have different degrees of severity of this condition, I think I have it pretty bad, but maybe im just biased.
I wouldn't mind it if it didnt affect everyday functions. But it does. Its horrible when you meet people for the first time, cause it gives off such a bad impression. Its like, sure enough, you're nervous, so fine, that makes your palm sweat. and then worrying about your sweaty palms gets them going even more. GOOD JOB SWEAT GLANDS. D: I swear, thinking about sweaty palms alone makes them sweat, I can just sit there and stare at my palms, and they'll start to sweat. Its horrible. So honestly, honestly, its one of the things im self conscious about, and i never start off holding someones hands and when i meet new people, i pray that they wont want to shake hands because Im afraid they'll think im gross ):IM NOT GROSS I SWEAR.
And its worse causeit affects your performance during exam periods as well.The paper starts getting soggy and wet, and especially if its an essay you have to write, its horrible. The ink starts going funky (so now I only ever use ball pens cause they're not as affected), you're afraid the paper will tear, and if you're using pencil, HAHAHHAHAA - Dont even think about it. Its not going to work. So yeah. I remember back in primary school when using pencils were compulsory I used to wrap my hand up in a handkerchief (when my sweaty palms were really bad) so that I could do the paper just fine, it wasnt the easiest to write with a stupid handkerchief in the way, but it worked out alright i guess. And even now, when i make cards or write on cards, I think i get a bit anxious because I want it to be perfect, so i always put another paper between my hand and the card so that i wont smudge anything or sweat onto it. ITS SUCH A PAIN.
And then theres the sweaty trail that you leave everywhereeee. When your sweat dries up and everything you touch just looks dirty ): its sad, really. I remember last month I had to bring my lappie to school to work on the marketing project with my group, and every time before i left the house i would have to wipe the keyboard and the mouse cause the sweat stains are HORRIBLE. D: and i just feel super embarrassed about it, again, IM NOT GROSS I SWEAR TT Karn told me that he uses a keyboard protector, but I cant be bothered so. D: usually i just have my lappie at home anyway and no one uses it but me so its alright.
I remember once in first year, a few friends came over to my room and one of them wanted to use my comp to look something up, and in my head i was just screaming NUUUOOOOHHH, cause i didnt have time to wipe my keyboard and IM NOT GROSS I SWEAR D: but i couldnt exactly go, DONT LOOK AT MY COMPUTER LET ME HELP YOU WHAT IS IT THAT YOU WANT TO FIND HUH!?!?!?!? so yeah. Thankfully no one ever mentioned it so, either everyone is just really really bloody nice, or no one noticed. so phew?
I always feel very grateful and an immense amount of love for people who dont mind my sweaty palms. Because its one of my insecurities I guess, so when people dont mind, it just means so much to me. I remember back in buddhist camp we had to sit in a huge circle and hold hands and pray together. omigosh, as soon as i heard hold hands, i started to panic. So, my palms started to sweat on cue. YUP, WITHOUT FAIL. so we sat down, there was a guy to my right and a girl to my right. Didnt know them, but okay. No choice. We had to close our eyes and just listen to the music/person talking in the middle. and my sweat glands were going crazy WOOOOO! and i felt SOOOO bad. the guy on the right would let go at times to wipe his hands and i just felt soooo shitty and like NUUUOOOH IM SORRY. IM NOT GROSS I SWEAR TT at the end of the session, I turned to him and apologised. but he said,
'wha.. no no! I thought it was me!'
Ah, fellow sweaty palm-er. I understand. Then i turned to the girl next to me and apologised as well, but she said she didnt mind. (: so that was so sweet. And then I remember the first time I held hands with a boy. I was linking arms with him, you see, cause i didnt want him to think im gross TT IM NOT GROSS I SWEAR!! but then halfway through the movie he held my hands and didnt let go. So, even though things were meh after that, i'll always be grateful for that. Cause he didnt mind. (: also, he thought i was pretty when i was butt ugly at the time, so. There's also always that. HAHAHAHAHA
And then in university, during one of the trips, karn has this game he likes to play called 'telephone' that requires everyone to hold hands. Again, I really, REALLY dont like that game HAHAHAHA but everyone wanted to play so i didnt wanna be left out and be a loner at the side, so fine. I convinced myself that THEY'RE MY FRIENDS AND THEY WONT MIND, THEY KNOW IM NOT GROSS cause IM NOT GROSS I SWEAR. D: and everyone was really really sweet (: (copy paste from a blogpost i posted on another website, OH ANOTHER WEBSITE, yeah thats right)
'basically my palms sweat la, and i was sitting next to shonlee and suet fong so they BOTH kena-ed TT sweaty palms attack!!
and i constantly had to wipe my hands down on my jeans cause it was BAAAD but they didnt say anything (but they wiped their hands down on their jeans too) so yeaaaah, i felt bad la but i think they understood as well la, like ive told suet about my sweaty palms before. then suddenly, all the other people (in the circle, there were 7 of us, so the other 4 la) like started wiping their hands on their jeans too HAHAHAHA to like teman us kinda thing, so that i wouldnt feel so bad about myself? it was SO SWEEEET like they were being so bloody casual about it like all 'eh why everyone do that, lets do that too' HAHHAA so sweet la and i just felt like daaaaww (: felt better
the other time i played this game was when we were travelling back from lake district and the people next to me were sheun yeow and su ean, and su ean was really nice about it as well, she asked me if i had sweaty palms and im like YEAAAAHH TT and shes like its okay and she said she knew people with the same problem, and karn was like I HAVE SWEATY PALMS TOO! and we high fived DAHAHAHAHA damn funny and sheun NEVER wiped his hands, so i thought that was REALLY sweet, like he didnt wanna hurt my feelings or something, but i clearly wouldnt have minded but i thought it was sweet still. and he'd keep squeezing my hands too for fun so i felt less gross like OKAY, so he doesnt mind so much (:
Basically. So that for me, was one of the sweetest things my uni friends have ever done for me. HAHAHA committed in my memory foreveeerrr!! (: But yeah, long story short, IM NOT GROSS.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
And, Karn actually likes my sweaty palms. So. I think my sweaty palms have found its soul mate. :D In all seriousness though, sweaty palms make your palms soft so ITS NOT ALL THAT BAD? :D So karn and karen both says. (differ only by an E!) on another random note, i wonder if the sweaty palm trait is dominant, cause if it is, my kids arent going to stand a chance! D: SORRY KIDS, BUT ITS OKAY, YOU'RE GONNA HAVE LOVELY SOFT HANDS? D: and FIND WONDERFUL FRIENDS?
and dont worry, MUMMY KNOWS YOU'RE NOT GROSS. TT
alright, long post done. Procrastination bug, GO AWAAAAY! back to work!
I was about to blog about something else, but I scrolled through some of the screen captures I took in the past few years (2009-2010) and these just made me smile and laugh. Always the same few culprits, but man, do I love you guys, so so much (:
So I woke up early this morning to study, got really really sleepy about one hour in, so took a 15 minute nap and had one of the scariest dreams in my life. :O
As I was falling into sleep, 50 pence coins flashed in my mind, they came into view slowly, one at a time, only it wasnt a normal 50p coin, it had dates inscribed on it, and some other details, but all I managed to notice before another 50p coin came into view was the year, that the year inscribed on each coin was different. It was like 1860, 1870 and so on. So okay, COINS. weird, but okay. COINS. what's up with that right?
Suddenly, this white guy on a wooden stool came into view, and a lady pulling up his sleeve to inject him with something. We were in a small room, it was kind of old, he had really ugly hair. It was all gelled down and flat and he looked kinda geeky. And then there was a voice in my head, sort of like, when you're watching a movie and you're hearing that person's thoughts, so it was as if I was reading this persons thoughts and looking through her eyes, seeing what shes seeing. And she was telling me that the guy over there on the stool was her boyfriend. And she was gushing about how good looking he was, and she said that the lady was her mother, and her mother was a nurse. I could see a line of people outside the doorway, waiting to come in to get the same injection. It was really weird. Then the girl was saying things like, how she hates the place, and she cant wait to get out of there and so on and so forth, and i could really feel her disdain and it was really creepy. She sounded a bit like a psychopath, like she was thinking of doing something crazy, and it was only a matter of time.
Then at some point, a man motioned for her and her mom and the guy to take a photo together. We (cause in the girls POV right), stood in front of a window and smiled for the camera. Then I started to walk away, I could see them smiling at me, my "mother" and "boyfriend", and I was getting so freaked out. like wtf. Then I/she, started screaming and shouting and screaming and shouting, until I woke up.
:O
I have to say. I was. really. really. freaked out.
Cause ive never met these people in my life but I could remember their faces and see their faces so clearly in my mind. It wasnt that the dream was very scary, it was the feeling I got from it, the feelings I got from her, and how real they all felt. It was very strange. And then I looked at my phone, the date said Friday the 13th. I was just like....
SERIOUSLY!?!
Calmed myself down, then continued reading a bit and studying, but felt tired again (hyperactive imagination wouldnt let me rest well, you see). So I took another 15 minutes nap...
Thank goodness this time i dreamt that I was playing computer games. Nope, no more scary shit for me. It was one of those computer games where you select a character then go FIGHT the other player until KO. HAHAHAHAH maybe im secretly missing that game? I have no idea. Strange. Very strange.
Its frighteningly easy to get petty about things. It can settle down in a corner of your mind and then eat away at your brain, and as it feeds, it grows and grows, and grows into that something ugly you wish never existed, and somehow, when you think back on it all, you don't understand how things got that bad, how something small transformed and evolved into something that big of a deal.
Cause really, when you think about it, really really, think about it, what started it all was a pretty trivial thing. It was something you could have shrugged away and forgave, but at that moment, at that point in time, you chose not to. And so it festered. And you think about it now, and you know that its nothing, you KNOW that it is nothing, but it has consumed so much of your time and effort and so much energy went into it that you just cant seem to let it go. No. Its not just about that little thing anymore, its about so much more.
Only its not.
It really all boils down to that one thing. that one time.
So, what do you do?
You learn to let go.
We're not teenagers anymore, the time for being dramatic has passed. Find your inner peace (OHOHOH KUNGFU PANDA REFERENCE, YO).
Sorry for the random post! Can't seem to get into serious study mode today, so this is my way of procrastinating. (: On a very unrelated note, I am missing my best friend.
Its funny how we both miss each other so much especially after watching an episode of greys. We watch meredith and christina, and we both just go AAWWW, and instantly think of each other. Warms my heart (:
So I plan out my days the night (or two nights) before, I write out my schedule and squeeze everything in. And its pretty hardcore, cause you know, Im hardcore like that, and I believe that future limay will be able to do whatever it takes to complete everything on time.
What i fail to realize is that future limay, (now present), always wakes up in the morning with this face on,
Huh. schedule. wha..?! IM A PRETTY FLOWER! YES I AM!!
With the determination of almost close to nil. NOT FAIR. Y I NO GET TO REST?!
*defies schedule* I want the yellow ones. YELLOOOOWW.
and then goes on facebook and spends endless amounts of time there,
FUN C:
FUN :D
WHATS GOING ON HERE
and then its night again. D:
ITS NOT MY FAAAAULT! :O
So then that limay makes a crazy schedule for the limay of tomorrow. and the cycle repeats. D: Time to break the cycle? TO THE BATMOBILE BOOKS!!
Snacks to keep me company whilst I study/attempt to do questions. I was surprisingly depressed after I reached into the box and realized I ate the last HELLO PANDA 3 minutes ago. D: Just kind of sat there for awhile, took the packet out and shook it.
Nope, still nada.
D: True story.
My boy knows whats good for me (:
So I think the spirulina pills are making my pee greeeeeeen (TMI?), Im going to take it as a good sign? Or is it bad, cause does that mean im not ABSORBING THE NUTRIENTS?! :O Shockface.
So during the summer last year, Karn visited Malaysia, and so that was a great opportunity for me to discover Penang HAHAHAH like I've never before. Its odd, isn't it? That we are always so eager to visit other countries and see all the sights, but really, I pretty much know nothing about my own. But anyway, so a bunch of us headed up to the famous temple and CAMWHORED,
fed some VERY HUNGREH TURTLES C: nomnomnoooommm
*yaaawwwwn*
CAMWHORED SOMEMORE
But that aside, we also got some serious praying in C:
and then we did the whole SHAKE STICK OUT OF WOODEN CONTAINER THINGY AND LET MONK READ YOUR FORTUNE (I have no idea what the proper term is so there). And I got this,
Which basically says all the great things, and he said that things would run smoothly for me and I don't have to worry, just do what im doing and things will turn out well. Oh, but I also have to donate when i see donation boxes in the temple, cause that all comes back to me, or something like that. (: So i went around donating moneh. :D :D :D But anyway, that being said, I thought the reading was pretty untrue at first, because the end of last year was pretty rough for me. Things just weren't going great.
But things are starting to look up now (:
Honestly, I don't really believe that much in this, and i believe it may just be pure coincidence, cause C'MON, if we were to follow the reading exactly, then things were supposed to be running smoothly right? No hiccups along the way? But there was that, so. Yeah. But still, I guess it gives me a sort of reassurance, that things will turn out OK in the end, to not give up. So, I guess that's a good thing. (: On another note, things turned out well for Su Ean too (as said in her reading), so (: Coincidence?
On another note, HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!
I've been nom-ing on these little dinosaur eggs that my sister gave to me (like M&M's but BETTER). Have to save the world by keeping them extinct C: Don't worry guys, you can count on me! NOM NOM NOM. And yes, you're right, LAMENESS IN TACT, sorry guys, I fear that LIMAY HASN'T CHANGED over the years :p
Alright, if you're free, do check out the BIG EGG HUNT in London.
Over 200 eggs were scattered around London, but they're all gathered and situated in Covent Garden till tomorrow. Pretty damn awesome. (:
