the tide of being poured
Monday, March 10, 2008 @ 11:14 PM
sigh. construction will be starting tml. shit man. this time its at my house. gawd. made changes to our funiture and all. everythng is squeezed into one room. that includes the ppl.
i never thought of living in this way.
7am - alarm rings, wash up
710am - breakfast
8am - here comes the construction workers. sigh. at the same time, we have to get out of house if we don wan to turn deaf or get the dust all over us.
8am - wait for my dad
915am - he might reach by then
from then, i have to find activities until evening.
i have to return home by 530pm to lock the door.
from then, i have to find other activities.
whats more, have to go down to share toilets. THATS the worse case.
and i heard that its dirty.
o m g .
super irritated by the plan.
the thing is i have no choice no say but to oblige.
i feel like pulling someone's hair and scream.
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she has not given up.
she had a dream/nightmare last night. the worse part of it was that it was so real. she could still remember the content of it.
the 1st part was the happy moments, the 2nd was the bad part. the handwriting was ulgy, she couldnt clearly see all of it. but she got the answer.
her heart was still as heavy when she woke up from it.
tears flowed involuntarily. and she really dunno what is she supposed to do. she recalled the dream. he has alrd made his decision and moved on while she is still here.
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sigh. x 1000000