i write habitually as a way to
verbalize my far too complex thoughts which
are always in a web of words, tightly woven in fabric of sentences
that complicate life unnessarily.
i'm guessing the previous entry was due to the rage that i had against me because i'm too depressed by my dad's ligament on his left knee. family advices many gazillion times, but he is simply a very stubborn old man. Fortunately, "Alhamdulilah" the operation went well. and he's staying in the hospital for quite sometime. and believe it or not i do miss him. ok , alot actually. it's very quiet at home without his crazy antiques. baaaaah.
anywhores. i regret to my anticipation of going out to work. i hate being me at this point of time. there is so many upcoming plans and i can't bare to miss it now. excuse,excuse and more excuses!
oh, and the postman came to my door and deliver my saman of $70 can!(without warning letter!) not 70 cents or $7 or $17 eh. just because the other day i ENTER THE ERP ZONE WITHOUT A CASHCARD INSERTED INTO THE VEHICLE UNIT ey. and i thought it was only going to be $10! uaaaarghhhhhh!
please pinch me, i hope it's a dream.
