God that was strange, to see you again

"And all of that time you thought I was sad;
I was trying to remember your name"

It's retarded to be crying over my camera... for days. But I'm retarded anyway. I remember in sec4 we had to write this essay about losing our prized possession. I could totally write that essay right now and probably get full marks for it. Well what I really need to do is to a) get a grip of myself b) get over my camera c) get a new one. But we all know all three isn't going to happen.

I'm just hoping I get through this week in one piece. Which also includes not going for that eye surgery... which made me cry a lot too.

What I've learnt from myself is to not have expectations. So if you want something to happen, MAKE it happen. For example, my family isn't going to celebrate my birthday out of their own will. So, I am MAKING them do it. I have booked a table at my favourite chinese restaurant (well yeah, I'm damn china) so we can eat buckets of shark's fin and I'm going to Greenwood Ave to get myself a lana cake with wordings that say "Happy 18th, Ness!" and if space allows, I'll add in "OMG YOU ARE SO PRETTY........" and I'll tell my parents that it came from an anonymous.

Oh god, I'm such an assertive loser.