OMG

I suddenly miss 411 a lot.

Also, I feel like eating maltesers.

Okay, bye.

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That was a really sad post so this is my attempt to make it less sad and more cheery! It shall be peppered with exclamation marks!! Because exclamation marks make everything cheerier!

It shall be filled with love! Er, <3! And more love: <333! Happy valentines day!

I think I need some sleep.

A lone bird flies in the sky

  Friends. PALS. You know I was going to post here a month ago like you guys but that faithful day my internet crashed I think. I was pressing the publish button real hard but I don't think my computer got it. We don't connect really well.
 
So I'm writing something now and maybe a month later you guys will chance upon this blog again and read my post :') How lovely. I saw these cool marshmallows online:

(OH I deleted those photos from download. Meh.)

LOVE YOU GUYS <3

MIOMWR

Maltesers, resurrected.

I'm still floating in the fuzzy sentimental mood from visiting RG with 411.

Anyway, with Sicheng's new found singing abilities, we can go busking together when we're older and possibly penniless. Because we'd automatically sound good with a harmony thrown in. And then maybe we'd happen to sing a favourite song of a billionaire dying of cancer (and liver failure for good measure) who'd then give us all his money in his will. And then we can travel around the world doing gigs. Maybe even visiting Nyan.

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Anyway, we're famous guys. Look, we're INTERNATIONAL.

oh hello!

it's been ages and decades and eons

(turning into old fudgepots)

yet we can still climb into cupboards and have awkward teacher conversations and wolf down cupcakes and chope positions in the braid queue and stare at fountains and have ridiculous stupid fun

the earth is the blue one on the right.
(the purple one's occupied by nyan-ians)

but sicheng sings better now :D

OMG HI GUYS

I mean, hi imaginary friends.

I ate tiramisu today :D

MY SIS HAS BEEN PLAYING THE RECORDER THE ENTIRE DAY (and the recorder isn't exactly the most beautfiul-sound-producing instrument in the wold) the sound is killing me. Especially with the tunes What makes you beautiful (it's actually rly easy) and happy birthday OVER AND OVER AGAIN

We ate xiaolongbaos too

I shall now go do work. Bleh. Memorizing definitions on crude birth rates is really boring.

Oh hi!

Didn't see you there. Whatever happened to us?

We're good we're good. How are you? Mmm, good to know. Sounds like life has been treating you well.

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And so resumes our awkward conversation with our non-existent readers. (Unless hi Fish - you're somewhere out there?)

I'm going to tape up my nails

They're quite bad, even by my standards. Which is saying quite a lot.

Blogger's changed! How odd.

Rainbow-cupcake-baking-outing-thingum in the June hols? :D