Silent Sentiments

i play the ultimate insensitive today. i callously ignore my mom who begs me to man the shop for her. (no wonder she didn’t trust me at all…she knows already better than I do, leaving that job to me will hasten its downfall. I don’t blame her though. I can do all the chores…just please don’t let me gawk at those customers and play the ‘manager’…not me. uh-uh!). But I know that I couldn’t resist her… I still have half the halo in me. and so I did.

Why did I ever read that Johanna Lindsey novel…elksh! I couldn’t put it down, its just not my habit to close the book, after all I’ve been laboring for it for days so I could finish before I announce I will never read a romance novel again.

i guess its just another day of yawning…got nothing to do and i feel useless everyday. everynight i stare at my ceiling and wondering if tomorrow would be the same as the last…or if tomorrow would be another daw of staring at the ceiling and another day of rumenating: ‘will tomorrow night i’d be doing this again?’ surely, life is becoming so routinary nowadays.