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♡ I had enough.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008, 12:43 PM
Okay, partly, I'm having only $9.65 with me now. Considered-broke!
There's be no more school till the last week of December also no more allowance. Also, I have to tolerate for the whole almost 2months with barely less than $10!
This is so what we call lethal financial issues. I absolutely can't be going around asking people for money not with my parents though.
Awwhh. I hate it when I'm broke. I'm financially broke and will be physically broke too. With so of my worst flu and coughing, I'm not getting any better.
Shicheng, was so true. You'll get bored gaping at the words in your novels merely everyday.
Not that the situation was any worst but yea, mine was.
Waiting till afternoon.
All I want now is ice-cream. That's so me. If you want to calm me anyhow with any situation. Buy me an ice-cream. Even with my worst throat condition and teary eyes and migraines, I want an ice-cream.
I've been ranting dad to buy me one since last Monday and he was like, `what's wrong with you? Can you please speak up? Tell me what do you want with ice-cream. You just had 5sticks last night.
Retard ice-cream cravers, Nur Syarafina.
Ouh. My mind is absolute at blank now. I want to get out of this sneezing and coughing and unintentional-crying thing as soon. I so needed a medication. Well but so, there's no cure for hangovers.
And one thing about being the only child, for the moment of that hour-period, with even both your parents, when the house phone came ringing. Cause no choice but, ag you are the one to answer and absolute not your parents, neither.
Also, when the doorbell heard buzzing. You would be the one to attend to the guests. Forcing to be all nice and having proper speaking etiquette with them even with watery, teary eyes, red-glowing running nose, and with pajamas. Self-explanatory.
I'm so off now. Left me and dad home. Well doesn't generate any difference if I'm a Home-alone at home cause dad is obviously sleeping after the night shift last night.
So just me, currently alive and just in waiting for the PrincessOfFinancial to come back.
Ouh not again. I'd just had to tolerate her updated news of her first swimming lesson-with her classmate.
I'd enough.