your. SMILE(:

F pissed.
And you call this a home. You do your stuff, i do mine. Ask me to hang my own clothes. When all along, we hang them together, not bothering whose is whose. So what is this now? And you call this a family. Let me laugh. Let me laugh until i cry. All you do is lie back and watch korean show, and complain you have a lot to do. What. The. Hell. Screaming at us, talking shit, talking nonsense. This applies to another person too. Everything must be lined out clearly. So she carries this attitude of, this is your thing, so you do it. You drop your thing, so you picked it up.

Okay. Shant rant anymore. Just so sick of this whole damn thing. Sentosa will be a get away. I know it will be. Anyway, i think aft a while, i'll be sorry i even typed tht. I'll be regretting and i'll just say forget it la, small thing. Oh well. I cant seem to maintain anger, for tht long. Which is good(: Lala im good at consoling myself. haha too used to it i guess. Hmm white bags :DDDDD Until i find a bag of a diff colour tht fascinates me, i'll just continue liking white bags. Haha!