Friday, 14 January 2011

I GOT A JOB!!!

kinda nervous here... geez..wondering for becoming a flight attendant or a professional model,, well guess what?? im an entrepreneur now..

but it's okay right? experience to learn and chase what i am really wanna do at once..
it's like a pain on my butt to get myself unknowingly get this.

today has to be the day im off of my town.. but gezz again. i can't. my lil bro wanna see his GF. so i have to get out of town with him. on sunday. it's kinda itchy to think about it. i dont like to do something out of rule. out of schedule. huufffttt

what am i gonna say.. i couldn't do anything since i have to follow what the eldery say..


sorry to chill my heart out... i never want to do this but sometime i wanna have a medium to talk, since im hardly to find someone who like to listen to me..

ahh..then again i, twice.. day by day.. was draming about my death father.

first. i was dreaming about the day he died. but it's the other version. i saw my dad being stabbed by knife. i am the witness. but everyone didn't want to listen to me. they said i was crazy. so they decided to call a monk. the monk took a cellphone whose my dad always use. then it was becoming a medium to repeat (review as a video) the day that my dad being stabbed. afterwards, yes it worked!!

i saw again my dad being stab. then i cried aloud. i was mouning. i shouted, but nobody stopped the monk from the ritual. my family was waiting me outside and peek me, seeing me as i was just become crazy to see a video that they dont know what the title is.

after that, in the condition like i was being torture, i took the cell phone and ran away

weird dream...but the second is beseeming a reality

the second dream was showing how my dad so strict so cruel. i see my dad snapped at me and pull out his anger to me for being so snailly in taking a bath, so his guest can't use the bathroom. i never ask to dream about my dad....
but to know his anger and how th way he was angry to me.. an evil words and the way he want to beat me.. it's make me more comfortable......

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