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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Sunday, December 30, 2007

one day after a birthday...
truely show that i have to go back to the same old me.
i m not the birthday girl anymore..
attitudes change back to normal.

the hopes i had to spend holidays with my family is so not happening.
their pirority is just work.
i totally thought of sacrifacing
meeting Mr. Tan and the bunch of 2e4 preeps
with spending quality time with them.
but they seem to not bother abt it.
so being pissed i decided i might as well
spend time with ppl who care abt me being there.

i spend my holiday being in the living room,
where they are... hoping things would be different.
bt i think after spending more than 2 weeks here...
living upstairs is far better than living downstairs.
and spending my holidays last year
working my ass off is far more satisfying than spending it at home.
at least i earn money and felt satisfying aft a shift.
this year is bloody shitty.
all the holidays was shit being with them.
let me out of here~!

so wad if it is not my birthday!!!!!