"Mama, the sky is crying on me."
If you stand in the rain and let the raindrops pitter-patter on you, you'll feel your emotions as pristine as they are supposed to be.
I don't really do that anyway because it makes me sick. The rain makes me cold and I fall sick.
Lucky I didn't go out with Theo and Pamela and Charmaine. If not I will be soaked to the skin.
Freak, that means the water is going to be freezing later.
The iTunes is annoying me, it keeps wanting to play Suna no Oshiro when I don't want to listen to that song.
Ah, I'm taking it one day at a time. Reality is, there is only such a short time left. Cass has done whatever she can, and all she has to do is wait. Wait like there's an eternity to wait out.
I am freaking not going to fall in love with guys who have a problem with faith. But guys are like that, aren't they? They don't really know what 'I Love You' means.
Is there really a reversal of the sexes now? (ooh look, a palindrome)
Girls nowadays are doing so much more than guys are, and guys nowadays are whining so much more. Guys are lazy. Look at my Dad, he never ever does housework, shoves newspaper in whatever crevice he can find, falls asleep perfectly on the bed without switching the lights off, and kicks me off the sofa when his fat butt wants a seat.
Mum is like, doing all the housework, and all the tedious work that makes her sleep at 2.30am, while Dad is in his REM at 10.30pm.
Talking about sleeping, my parents are sleepyheads.
There is at least once every week that I have to get pissed with them for oversleeping, because there's like a teethbrushing schedule thing. Dad always has to go brush first because he ALWAYS wants to barge into the toilet when either Mum or I are using it. Then it'll be me, then my mum. And I hate it when Dad doesn't wake up first, because that means Mum is never going to wake up on time.
Oh, and they have an alarm. TWO alarms, to be exact. Wait, I think it's 3. And they can't wake up on time. I, on the other hand, has only one alarm, and I can wake up on time.
So they woke up late today. Me too, because I wanted to wait for the Dad to wake up and brush his teeth first.
There was once I didn't have to wake up too early, but Mum's alarm rang at the normal time anyway. I could hear it from my room and got woken up by it, but she didn't turn it off. So it stopped lullabying after like 2 minutes, and went to snooze.
It did so for 3 times.
I got annoyed 3 times.
She still didn't hear the alarm so I went.
"EHEHEH. GET THE ALARM!!!!!!"
And she jumped right up (I could hear the bed squeak.) and turned it off.
She later reported that she NEVER heard the alarm ringing.
Dad declined comment.
I swear he heard it but was too lazy. Like he's too lazy to even switch off the lights (he could leave them on for 2 hours after he sleeps. WTH.)
The laziness in my family is crazy.
I don't even want to imagine what happened last year when I stayed at the hostel.
And I'm complaining. Again. But this is what my blog is for so dun come if you dun like it.
I don't really do that anyway because it makes me sick. The rain makes me cold and I fall sick.
Lucky I didn't go out with Theo and Pamela and Charmaine. If not I will be soaked to the skin.
Freak, that means the water is going to be freezing later.
The iTunes is annoying me, it keeps wanting to play Suna no Oshiro when I don't want to listen to that song.
Ah, I'm taking it one day at a time. Reality is, there is only such a short time left. Cass has done whatever she can, and all she has to do is wait. Wait like there's an eternity to wait out.
I am freaking not going to fall in love with guys who have a problem with faith. But guys are like that, aren't they? They don't really know what 'I Love You' means.
Is there really a reversal of the sexes now? (ooh look, a palindrome)
Girls nowadays are doing so much more than guys are, and guys nowadays are whining so much more. Guys are lazy. Look at my Dad, he never ever does housework, shoves newspaper in whatever crevice he can find, falls asleep perfectly on the bed without switching the lights off, and kicks me off the sofa when his fat butt wants a seat.
Mum is like, doing all the housework, and all the tedious work that makes her sleep at 2.30am, while Dad is in his REM at 10.30pm.
Talking about sleeping, my parents are sleepyheads.
There is at least once every week that I have to get pissed with them for oversleeping, because there's like a teethbrushing schedule thing. Dad always has to go brush first because he ALWAYS wants to barge into the toilet when either Mum or I are using it. Then it'll be me, then my mum. And I hate it when Dad doesn't wake up first, because that means Mum is never going to wake up on time.
Oh, and they have an alarm. TWO alarms, to be exact. Wait, I think it's 3. And they can't wake up on time. I, on the other hand, has only one alarm, and I can wake up on time.
So they woke up late today. Me too, because I wanted to wait for the Dad to wake up and brush his teeth first.
There was once I didn't have to wake up too early, but Mum's alarm rang at the normal time anyway. I could hear it from my room and got woken up by it, but she didn't turn it off. So it stopped lullabying after like 2 minutes, and went to snooze.
It did so for 3 times.
I got annoyed 3 times.
She still didn't hear the alarm so I went.
"EHEHEH. GET THE ALARM!!!!!!"
And she jumped right up (I could hear the bed squeak.) and turned it off.
She later reported that she NEVER heard the alarm ringing.
Dad declined comment.
I swear he heard it but was too lazy. Like he's too lazy to even switch off the lights (he could leave them on for 2 hours after he sleeps. WTH.)
The laziness in my family is crazy.
I don't even want to imagine what happened last year when I stayed at the hostel.
And I'm complaining. Again. But this is what my blog is for so dun come if you dun like it.
