we always try to do our best on Monday to start the week right. give everybody a charming smile and the sweetest compliments.
but, somethings just don't happen the way we presume it to be.
i am supposed to publish this post this yesterday. but i was really topsy turvy.
anyway, i want to give praise to the only person who's pestering me and everybody's life in almost three weeks now. i have never heard my father saying too much about what i should and i should not do. never he was super protective to us. he will just told me what he think is right and let me decide for myself. i'm grown up, anyway. but this person talks too much. we're almost of the same age but acts like a grandfather who never trust anybody but himself. he was trying to have control over my life, and i hate it the most. we're living in the same house and i'm hoping to get rid of him the soonest possible time. or i'll get rid of myself.
sometimes we really have to get hold of our tongue to let somebody realize that he's doing no good at all. or to let him feel that we don't need his opinion and won't be needing it for the rest of our life.
What a terrible Monday to start my week! Grrrrr...
