I think the true stars in this ordeal are my parents. The other night i came home in a fuming mad mood and once i got into the house, i burst out into an angry tirade, ranting incoherently about everything. And when i was finally out of steam, and the angry red haze cleared, i saw my dad with this petrified look on his face. The mere sight was so funny, i had to laugh. My poor father was probably wondering why
a) he wanted children in the first place
b) he taught me to speak
c) braces didnt manage to restrain my endless chatter.
It was rather evident that all the poor man wanted to do was to escape back to his computer.
And last night, as i was relating a tale from work, all i had to do was say "this girl who turns every topic back to herself" and they answered in a chorus "yeah *
her name*"" Needless to say, im impressed! HAHAHAH!
Anyhoos... just blogging abt my plans after my internship.
After my internship, i'm gonna...........
laugh manically as i tear up the drawings, then BURN them and DANCE among their crispy ashes.i hate measurement.. aurgh. 10 more stories to measure before next fri. and i am still waiting for this stupid program to finish getting itself downloaded. ARRGHH. not to mention i'm crammin in lessons before my exam..
It's gonna be a crazy week.