Felt moody the whole day for no reason. That sucks.
Can't help thinking about the future nowadays. I'm getting paranoid. I don't have an ambition. I keep thinking of numerous possibilities of the future and it scares me.
I'll probably go Form 6 after Form 5 because no money, unless some miracle like my dad winning the lottery happens.
When people ask me what's my ambition, I'll probably answer I don't know or a housewife. When I say housewife I mean either I get married to a rich tycoon and lie on a bed of coins or I'll be an auntie who bickers with other aunties in the market trying to buy fresh fish.
That's saddening, isn't it? Nah, I was just joking about the housewife part.
Okay, now more to the present, PMR is in 38 days and that freaks me out. In a blink of an eye, I'll be sitting in the examination hall with the curtain, switches and pillar next to me.
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