I started learning how sad I could be today by dropping a pack of butter while spreading it on my piece of toast. Face down, of course. I was pretty upset about it cos I enjoy having butter with toast A LOT. The taste is pretty bland, but it's the best part of my brunch.
I spent 2 hours alone in the LC room solving math problems. When I was about to leave for class, I realized something. My big aunt decided to pay me a visit on a day I wore white pants. I literally painted a Japanese flag on my pants. /diesforrevealingthis I panicked and messaged my sister immediately. I decided I can't stay in the academic building anymore and rushed back to the hall. I'm not sure how many people realized that, but I don't care.
One and a half hours later, I came out to accompany my sister for her tea/dinner. Then I met X in the library and went back to hall again after buying some groceries for dinner. We decided to make hotpot cos an annoying friend decided to come for dinner. X was pretty annoyed about that, since he most probably came for her. She said some really harsh words when we were waiting for him to come. We got into some kind of argument (Well, we always argue when it comes to cooking. I'm not an experienced cook but neither she is) and I finally realize how much did she hate him. I feel really bad for not being friendly enough to a person who traveled all the way to our place. I wasn't feeling so well so my face must have looked really bad. Sorry, friend. There has to be a limit to friendliness.
The night ended pretty well. We finished the other half of the melon from yesterday and I made another friend entertain him while I excuse myself to shower. We called dad, telling him we wanted to go to CwB tomorrow just to watch and support the protest. Dad didn't really like the idea, so I decided not to go. I know I'm a grownup, I can make my own decision, but I don't want my parents to worry about us. I read several pages of Byakuyakou before going to sleep, but it wasn't too easy for me to fall asleep.
So many assignments, so much stress.
Till then.
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