Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you've a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that's the style.
What's the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
| ^today |
| ^circa 2008 |
the skirt probably last saw daylight about 2 3 years ago.
i've been coming across photos that're about that old. it's a weird feeling. should i be glad i'd looked better then, since i was about 2 3 years younger? i only wish to look just the same, even it meant i was already 38 37 years old. gosh, i'd totally stopped using things like eyeshadow and mascara. i know mascara does make a difference, can't say the same about eyeshadows. do they make you look older? anyway, i read shortly after this post that an eye pencil's
"softness enlarges the eyes more than liquid liners do" (quoting Dec Harper's Bazaar, Singapore edition).
why the song above? i got into a verbal squabble with my ma this morning. so i was lamenting to a friend about it. the same friend had invited me over for a pecan pie and ice cream party come this sunday. she'd just learnt how to make pecan pie and wanted to share the joy with some close friends. i suspect she also knew i needed some kind of 'life' outside my minute world. so she really wanted me to be there. so she told me to pack up my troubles and make sure i get well by then. (were those the exact lyrics of the song we sang when we're small? lol)
i have a problem saying sorry to my ma...
why the song above? i got into a verbal squabble with my ma this morning. so i was lamenting to a friend about it. the same friend had invited me over for a pecan pie and ice cream party come this sunday. she'd just learnt how to make pecan pie and wanted to share the joy with some close friends. i suspect she also knew i needed some kind of 'life' outside my minute world. so she really wanted me to be there. so she told me to pack up my troubles and make sure i get well by then. (were those the exact lyrics of the song we sang when we're small? lol)
i have a problem saying sorry to my ma...
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