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School was... well SCHOOL. Mr Math Teacher was absent so, there wasnt really any free period as there was a relief. Nabilah's officially new favourite math teacher. MOHAHAHA ! The relief wasnt as strict and as loud. So, some of you-know-who in class had the hots for attention so they began screaming and shouting their heads off. I felt like throwing the book im reading at their empty heads but at the same time, my book doesnt deserve to be thrown at them. But, yeah. Enough about school. I might have already driven half of you to sleep already. I was freaking pissed with my dad, i want to scream. For the fact he totally didnt tell me that we were going to break-fast outside and im wearing my old dusty ratty yellow primary school tshirt together along with something that matches perfectly ..not.. with a Physical Education short black, seemed plastic-like-material shorts. Right, i downright look like some retarded primary sch spolit brat that has to stayback for another year. Stayback spoilt brat because the PE tshirt seems like it have been shrinking every 5 seconds. Now dont get me wrong wrong wrong, we HAVE to actually step out of the house in order to live eversince mum developed a mindset ; If-you-cook-your-kitchen-wont-be-spotless-anymore or does she actually thought that cooking have been banned and now is illegal and if she cooks, she will be shot. Survivors will be shot again. Aww ;'] Pfft. Anyways, i was saying... YES. We ALWAYS break-fast over at my Grandmamamama's house. Not today, my dad was being silly and seriously annoying when he told us that we will be breaking-fast in somewhere else. That was when i went all. KSFJKALFAKDJF ! Well, not like i wanted to. I had to vent my anger or i'll fart. Heh. Gives me some stupid nerve wrecking unwanted surprise by telling me that we were going somewhere else when im not even dressed. Like, dressed right. Right as in, properly. Properly as in pleasant. And there i go, i pout. I kept pouting and i have to admit, i was being a pain in the you-know-what. What the hey, i had to even if it means to pretend but i wasnt pretending. I was really THAT mad mad, Tops. So then, mum hit jackpot and insisted on buying that headphone ive always been wanting. FINNAAALLY, she did the right thing for what seems like, forever. My jaw was actually really tired from just pouting. Ive been pestering her endlessly, thats wasshaaap. And dad. Dad ... was just being too overly nice. He was being too nice even if he was trying to make it all up for not getting his facts right. Ohmy, i sound mean. Whatever. So where was i. Yes. Which is strange because he IS nice but overly nice. Its just not him. When parents gets too overly nice, they mean something and its scary. In my case, its terrifying.
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