Just in case you don't know, the music playlist is placed way down below. And the one who's singing probably is Katy Perry's Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F) or The One That Got Away, or probably Jay Sean feat. Nicki Minaj's 2012 (It Ain't The End of The World).
And sorry for the long introduction. Take it as, optical illusion. Coming to introduction about myself, I'm pretty good at it frankly speaking. Lots to say. Haha.
I felt pretty odd, as sister had gone back to school. It feels like I've ditched school. Oh well, school's gonna reopen freaking soon. I don't really know if I should be fortunate or not. It all depends on what point of view you're looking from. If you're talking about meeting my boyfriend and girlfriends again, surely it's an awesome thing. If you're talking about coming exams, S-H-I-T.
Crap. I'm a failure at following time table. As stated in the horoscope, Sagittarius doesn't like to be grounded/caged/whatever you call. I enjoy freedom.
But at least, today - the 11th day of holiday, I did something which was on the time table. I managed to (FINALLY) start off my account project. I dragged it for days, cause I suppose it seemed TOUGH & DIFFICULT & COMPLICATED or, whatever you name it. That's what's the rest of the people complained about through their facebook's status.
Who knew that I found out, it was pretty fun. Fun - maybe not the exact word. Definitely, there are times when I got frustrated because I created the wrong document. Mind you, creating one document took me nearly 45 minutes. Plus the freaking irritating annoying laptop that non-stopped hanging, and showing the same ugly screen. Definitely, I was mad like heck.
But I managed to create 10 documents today. Sounds like a good start for me huh! If I go according to this scale, I would be able to finish it in 4 days. Oh wait, I forgot. Account project doesn't equals to 40 documents, people. Oh, GG!
Never mind that. Put those back of my mind. Better get what's in front of me done first. Sounds like I actually got determination in finishing the project before school begins. God bless me and the rest of them who's struggling too! (cheers)
Before I dash off, I would like to share some lines that I find pretty amusing in the current novel I'm reading.
The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks.1. Jonah shuffled his feet, something obviously on his mind. "Ronnie didn't read any of the letters you sent her, Dad. And she won't play the piano anymore, either."
"I know," Steve answered.
"Mom says it's because she has PMS."
Steve almost choked but composed himself quickly. "Do you even know what that means?"
Jonah pushed his glasses up. "I'm not a little kid anymore. It means pissed-at-men syndrome."
2. "... I was tired of hearing it, you know? So I said, 'Whatever,' and he grabbed my arm so hard that he left bruises. Anyway, he says to me, 'Do you know what you're saying when you say "Whatever"? It's just a code word for the f-word, followed by "you." And at your age, you never, ever say that to anyone,' " Blaze leaned back. "So now, when someone says it to me, I just say, 'You too.' "
3. The boy rubbed his nose. "What are you doing here?"
"Waking up."
"I can see that. But what were you doing here last night?"
Will smiled. The kid acted as serious as a coroner, which seemed comical given his age and stature. "Sleeping."
"Uh huh."
Will pushed back, giving himself room to sit up and noticed Ronnie standing off to the side. She was dressed in a black T-shirt and torn jeans and wore the same amused expression he'd seen the night before.
"I'm Will," he offered. "And you are?"
The boy nodded toward Ronnie. "I'm her roommate," he said. "We go back a long way."
Will scratched his head, smiling. "I see."
Ronnie took a step forward, her hair still damp from her shower. "This is my nosy brother, Jonah."
"Oh?" Will asked.
"Yeah," Jonah answered. "Except for the nosy part."
4. "... Believe me, fishing is like a religion to some folks around here."
"You included?"
"No. Fishing is ... contemplative. Gives me time to think without interruption. And besides, I enjoy watching the clouds while I wear my NASCAR hat and chew tobacco."
She wrinkled her nose. "You don't really chew tobacco, do you?"
"No. I kind of like the idea of not losing my lips to mouth cancer."
"Good," she said. She swung her legs back and forth. "I'd never date anyone who chewed tobacco."
"Are you saying we're on a date?"
"No. This is definitely isn't a date. This is fishing."
And a hell lot more. This story is romantically hilarious. Odd word to use huh. At least I know it isn't necessary to shed a tear, like how I did for Dear John.
Ok. Goodbye. Good night.
p/s: You know I love you.
