Sunday, June 17, 2007
Yes, I want to poof disappear. Yes, this will be the best week of my life. Yes, the problem will pile up. Yes, I need to solve it myself. Yes, I have horrible time management. Yes, we're shifting tmr. Yes, I don't want to move. Yes, I don't think I like the new house at all. Yes, I don't look forward to the morning bus rides. Yes, I don't like shopping for furnitures. Yes, I hate it when everyone loses their temper. Yes, I think my life is unpredictable. Yes, I only want to play all day. Yes, I wish my homework can be done by itself. Yes, I don't like deadlines. Yes, I think it's unfair to complete the project work for the MIA people. Yes, I feel like I have not enough time. Yes, I don't like it when mom travels for work. Yes, I don't like to bother people and stay at my aunt's. Yes, I wish everything will be the same. Yes, I want to cry/vent my emotions. Yes, I'm typing rubbish.
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
I have no one to say that to. And for some forgetful humans who knows that my parents are divorced and still ask me where my dad is, GET THAT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL. Maybe I should write it on my face.
Y
12:13 PM
