sometimes, i just love the ambience of the night. its quiet, its soothing, its calming.
turn on some soothing music, close ur eyes and u'll feel peace.
i like staying outside with my friends till late at night, laughing, joking, and fooling around. but i don't like the chores i have to do when i reach home late. schoolwork and housework. somehow, i love my school work now no matter how taxing it is. homework seems to be never-ending and deadlines always seems to be close. but i'll still gladly do it. GLADLY. but i dun like late dinner. imagine having to finish all the leftovers from tonight's dinner. its cold, and a lot. my family dun eat much and yet my mom always cooks a lot. furthurmore, she likes to cook deserts like red bean soup or other kinds of soup that i find disgusting but she claims that its good for us. well, i'll just eat up everything, and even continue forcing the food down my throat even when i feel bloated. otherwise, i'll get a lecture or something close to it. food is precious. yeah i know it but i think my stomache is precious as well. please don't burst it. after dinner comes the worst part. washing of the bowls. yeah. i know i know. everyone has to wash their own bowls. but i jus hate it. my mom has been calling me to wash the bowls since 10pm yesterday. but its still in the sink now. well, now equates to 0032hr. it has been in the sink for 2 hours plus. urgh. i dread waching it.
turn on some soothing music, close ur eyes and u'll feel peace.
i like staying outside with my friends till late at night, laughing, joking, and fooling around. but i don't like the chores i have to do when i reach home late. schoolwork and housework. somehow, i love my school work now no matter how taxing it is. homework seems to be never-ending and deadlines always seems to be close. but i'll still gladly do it. GLADLY. but i dun like late dinner. imagine having to finish all the leftovers from tonight's dinner. its cold, and a lot. my family dun eat much and yet my mom always cooks a lot. furthurmore, she likes to cook deserts like red bean soup or other kinds of soup that i find disgusting but she claims that its good for us. well, i'll just eat up everything, and even continue forcing the food down my throat even when i feel bloated. otherwise, i'll get a lecture or something close to it. food is precious. yeah i know it but i think my stomache is precious as well. please don't burst it. after dinner comes the worst part. washing of the bowls. yeah. i know i know. everyone has to wash their own bowls. but i jus hate it. my mom has been calling me to wash the bowls since 10pm yesterday. but its still in the sink now. well, now equates to 0032hr. it has been in the sink for 2 hours plus. urgh. i dread waching it.
No comments:
Post a Comment