Good morning, Universe!
It's Good Friday today, but literally I dont think my Friday gonnabe good.
I have 2 more essays - total of 3000words to be completed (hopefully by this week, so that I can start playing the mugger role by next week).
And my significant other is not in town, shopping his lungs out at Batam with his family for 2 days 1 night (and I wasnt invited.thanks.)
PTM gonabe tomorrow so there's gonabe extra work plus fussess from the students' parents who'll be coming. (And I'm just so tak kuasa to call up other parents who arent coming for PTM.Period.)
I feel feverish yet again after 1 whole week that even my lungs start to shiver.I wonder why.
I'm having my PMS that I dont even have the strength to open my lips and talk.
Urgh!
Life is tiring.
I cant help but to cry each and every time I watch this advertisement, regardless where I was and who I was with.
On the bus with strangers, at home alone, with mummy, with sisters etc
and anywhere I crossed upon this advert.
"It is these small things that you remember,little imperfections that make them perfect for you."
"To my beautiful children, I hope one day, you too find your life partners who are as beautifully imperfect as your father was to me."
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