Geared up

Friday, March 21, 2008

 
Time-A great healer, But a lousy beautician.
Make sense. No comments.

There goes to my Friday date. But it's okay, doesn't really matter. I don't blame. There's a even bigger problem brewing. Some neighbour from downstairs came all the way up to complain that our dog's barks had been an irritation to them. Fine. I know it all. I knew this would happen. What the hell, and my father gets the thought sending her away? What the hell(x2). Okay, let's analyse. It's our fault for not keeping her quiet. But must we take such extreme measures. That guy is not at fault. I know the barks was frustrating. As expected. But I beg to apologise. Dad, there's no need to send her away. And, Why must Mom tell me that in 4.00am in the morning and sounded like she was heartbroken. Come on, I need to sleep. Please tell me such things in the afternoon or after I wake up. Thanks. Damn, My apologies neighbours.
Great, what a Friday. No dates, full of homework and task on my hand I need to run through, Emotive. I should just go out myself to cool down, that's the way. Let's look forward to tommorrow, where things gets better. Yea, It'll get alot better! There's sky of love. That's my motivation for the day. And I'll spend the day-alone, studying.

Choices came into consideration. You took upon decision.
Decision- you choose the hurtful one

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