I had decided to bring my little Madeline out on Sunday to Alamanda. When I took her out, everyone was staring at me. Yeah, I know what were they thinking; I'm crazy, I'm weird, bla bla bla.
I dont really care bout it. (*^-^)b ♪
There's an old Chinese man bringing his grandson were looking at me. And he said "Hey, look at her. She's crazy". ( ̄ー ̄) I dont fucking care what people think about me and my dolls anymore. If I feel like bringing them out with me, I will do it. If they think I'm weird, well at least, I have something to be weird about. Rather than having boring and dull lives like them. o(゜∇゜*o)(o*゜∇゜)o〜♪
Enough of whining. Here's the photos (≧▽≦)
On the way to Alamanda; in bus
New world to Madeline
I adore those little shoes
Resting
Madeline: Am I cute? Say "Yes" or else.... ( > . > )
Merrinette: YES, YOU'RE CUTE ( >_< " )
She needs some dresses. She demands more
Emily, bring me to those shops in Singapore when I got the chance to go there (≧▽≦)ゞ
Okay, another thing here. Maybe I'm really had gone nuts. Sometimes I just feel their emotions when I look at them. I found out that I'm not the only one that feel this way, there's a lot of doll owners (especially BJD) experienced the same thing too. I read their stories from DoA.
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I skipped class again on Monday. It's Basic Illustration. Geez. Thanks to Elly for telling me bout the briefing on final project for B.Illustration.
The reason why I skipped my class; building up my table, chair and shelf.
Thanks to Don and Modi for helping me out.
I was quite pissed off at the delivery man from Carrefour. They mentioned free delivery, so I thought they will help me to delivery my stuff to my doorstep but I was wrong. He said he was not able to pass the security and I need a letter from the Management Department that required RM300 as deposit.
And I asked if he's willing to help me take out because I am just too weak to carry 3 boxes of furniture by my own. He requested for RM30. He left me alone when I was still in consideration. Luckily, I called Don and Modi (my housemate) to help me with it.
I'm kinda relieved that I have my own table now. Yes, my own table. My room doesnt has any table. It just sucks. I cant do my work and I've been living here for 2 semesters!
Lastly, thanks to Aiman (my housemate) for the kuih raya! Really appreciate them as I never expect someone actually give me kuih raya here. (≧▽≦)ゞ


