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i would have to say that i woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. it doesn't really seem right... im feeling awful. have to express myself first before heading back to PW stuff.
urgh.
gosh.
i think i know why im feeling this awful.
i am mean.
i am one mean person.
i hate that.
i wonder what made me to become this mean, evil, bad person.
it's unconsciously and i really didn't mean to.
some smart alec im trying to be.
"wrong Sherry, you ain't that smart afterall.
ha ha."
celebrated Cheryl's birthday last night.
one great dinner with great food.
we were us again, as usual.
noisy, chatty, crazy...
making too much of a rackus that a lady beside us had her earphones plugged on.
how hilarious is that.
later, someone came.
we did an interiogation.
if i had a bf, i'll make sure he would have some sort of preparation first
cuz it's way worse than meeting the parents, i would have to admit.
i predict that my future daughter's bf wouldn't like me.
he'll be cursing me by my 3rd question.
and probably, my daughter would be disliking me too after that.
of course, i pray for the opposite.
needless to say, sorry Van for being ruthless.
i thot my qn wasn't that bad
till u reminded me when u said smth later.
i felt bad afterwards.
now still.
probably this is why now i'm still feeling awful
even after i slept it away.
gosh, i can't believe im horrible.
watched A Walk To Remember.
a totally touching story.
my heart ached even further.
a really awesome show i would have to say.
one of the best romance movies
trust me.
oh, n i later smsed Winnie bout smth.
then i said...
Sherry: "........no wait, maybe i'm mean."
Winnie: "......you are! sometimes!.........."
then i told her it was a slap in the face.
i'm sorry for being emoed but really...
*ddiich* a complete blow.
a trigger to the field of explosives.
then mommy yelled for not closing the kitchen window.
i completely forgot bout that window and it is only that window.
"im not at home and you can't even look after the house..."
in other words, "you're not responsible."
on better days, it would fall on deaf ears.
but days where it totally isnt a day,
it's a spear.
hence, my reason here.
sigh.
bad day.
could it just get any better?