Monday, March 26, 2007


Frustated

Song playing in my head: Don't Let Me Get Me by Pink
Quote/Thinking of: Call me when I actually do SOMETHING right.


I have an email I do not understand because of the big difference in the sentence structure and UN-understandable grammar. I don't have anything against them or their language. It's just that its not funny trying to translate things when you don't even know how their vocab works.

And then, there's these paper work that I need to get through for enrolment. One word. Frustrating. My parents insists that certain things are not needed and insists that their way is correct. But. *sigh*

Worse yet. If someone thinks you are young, say 17, 18 years old, its ok. But if your own family member do not know your real age. That's just kind of insulting. Yeah, sure they want you to stay young and what not but shouldn't they at least know my year of birth, and don't bother the date.

So, call me when I actually do SOMETHING right. I'm out.

written here @ 11:40 pm

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