Today is probably the only time that I was capable of balancing my accounts without the help of anyone.
And that was, hopefully, the last time I'll ever touch accounting, ever again.
I am famished, and I don't even know the cause.
I cannot wait for the holidays, and apparently I'm spending my holidays mostly with my parents, because my sisters cannot exit the country.
Maybe I would turn all of these sorrows to some retail therapy, because it seemed to work last time.
Or just not do anything.
It would be great if my dad decides to renovate the house in Jakarta, because I have a huge urge to paint walls and drilling some holes on the wall and decorate and turn my supposed room awesome.
Well, like they say, your sorrows turn to art.
And make my dad buy a hammock, so I could pretend I'm on the beach, when I'm actually in the backyard, completing my everlasting list of books to read.
It would be a great opportunity.
Things are taken a turn, and it's making me weird.
If only my thoughts could be translated to words.
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