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yingxuan
singapore polytechnic (dac).
Thursday, January 17, 2008

what a sinful day i had...
5 slices of CHOCOLATE bread
1 cup of BELGIUM CHOCOLATE icecream from Haagen Daz..
2 Ferrero Rocher
but isn't chocolate suppose to make people happy?
why aren't i happier? why aren't i smiling???

i am utterly disappointed...
the attitude...
the tone of being totally uninterested.
somehow i had this treatment once.
i guess that is how to avoid my question i guess.
now i agree with my aunt, that is life in this kinda environment isn't it?

sometimes... i feel like leaving the whole mess there
and just say CANT YOU SEE I M BUSY?~
if she can just leave her responsibility there
and wait for another person to help her complete it. why cant i?

i think i must continue stuffing myself with chocolate and ice cream
even though it is not really helping now...
but i do believe it would be the medicine to it one day.
give me my sunshine... =)