listening - ABBA, i have a dream
the song,beautiful girls by jojo.
thats right.
i feel like shouting out verse three.
the last 3 lines, even LOUDER.
singing it,wouldnt send the message across.
sometimes I need to do out of the ordinary.
thats that.my nail polish is chipping.
its barely even a week since i got it done.
looks like manicure is calling me.
my toe nails doesnt look super pretty.
my toe nails are breaking.
sigh.
i give up.
thats that.one assignment/presentation down.
another assignment to go.
and an event to go too.
then the finals.
and SAYONARA!
thats that.i am getting sick of guys.
not all.
but yes,them.
that species.
with that two things dangling in between.
they dont know how to handle women.
in general.
i feel like having classes.
"how-to-educate-a-boyfriend-to-be"
then again,i will be yelling non stop.
waste energy.
thats that.i am still being very sceptical about marriage.
how i wish i was 50 now.
then i would already have a family.
and not worry what my husband might do.
oh wait,old men going to the karaoke for china dolls?
i will put an indian doll in the house.
HAHAHAHA!
thats that.looks like i am confirm not getting a pig.
ever.
thats that.
i am trading my sorrows. . . . . . do you know what it feels like loving someone who is in a rush to throw you away?