7 Reasons Why I Hate Going Out With Mom

1. She forces me to go out despite whatever condition I'm being in.

2. She enters every shops. I mean, each. Even the electrical devices booth while we are actually looking for some clothes.

3. She says, "Let's take a look at other places, this one ain't so good." The next second, she gets back to that very shop.

4. I have an obviously different taste with her, so it does take my patience in buying something when she's around. I mean, how could I take, say, a piece of clothes I really like when my Mom said that it's awfully bad?

5. She keeps doing the job during the day out. We can do multitasks, yes, but not when you're going out with family. You could simply stayed at home. Or office.

6. And the time problem again. It takes here more than half an hour to decide buying an item.

7. She always critisizes the way I'm wearing my outfits. Just please. I'm wearing clothes not for your enjoyment.

...but anyway, I do love going out with my Mom. For some other reasons.

The Swinging Balloons

Made some changes to the banner and the blog's title. I welcome you to The Swinging Balloons: take your balloon and play the swing, because it's life, it's happiness.

Wordy

It really is no matter for me
to keep repeating words you'd like to hear
If you feel comfortable with words
then I'll be able to say billion words
I do hate doing something useless
but if you like it, it doesn't sound that pointless



RLA,
one time back then in 10th grade

Missing Link

Two days before the holy fasting month! I finally finish paying the fasting debts after all. So I just wanna say, happy fasting!

The links of my fellow bloggers are missiiiing -___- Sorry for that folks, I'm going to re-link them all again, but I need time haha

Random

Sorry for not posting for a long time. This writer's block thingy keeps me from posting, I kept typing several sentences and kept clicking the "new post" button but I never get satisfied enough to click the "publish post".

Catching up with myself, I'm strengthening myself up. Literally. I'm gonna fight against the very bad stomachache (okay, endometriosis) I always feel during my period. I used to not doing anything (even eating), but from now on I'm trying not to think about it too much. I mean, I'm a third grader and soon I'll be having tests. What if I got sick during the national exam? Yeah, I got to force my body to endure the pain.

It's been a month in the third grade and I feel...... really exhausted. I'm not ready for the so-called studying hard. It's so not me. And I'm still confused about the major I want to take.... Mom and everyone in my family want me to be a doctor, and I do feel like it, but I don't know why, I just can't get my heart to it. Which prevents me from being highly-motivated whatsoever. I'm only motivated to continue my study anywhere far away from that creature my Mom gave birth before me. haha

Uh my fingers are itching to type this part. Guess what? Today is August 17th! It's the independence day of my beloved nation and also the day my boyfriend turns 17. ehem. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, have a nice day!