Hmm...
Another gloomy Sunday morning.
I used to love Sundays.
However, not now,
Not when i have to force myself up early in the morning,
And get dressed to go for tuition.
With that,
I loathe Sundays.
On the other hand,
I guess it's not really that irritating, because i have the chance to dressed up nicely.
It isn't so bad after all.
The clock struck 2.50 p.m 5 seconds ago.
That means,
All that is left is just a few hours,
and the school holidays is over.
Great. Totally great. (Urgh!)
Why must it be over so fast?
I love holidays.
I detest schooling days.
Holidays mean i can do anything i want.
Just stay at home and doing nothing is fine with me.
I really like that kind of life.
I've been racing with time.
But no matter how fast i run,
I long knew that i could never catch up with it.
Causing me to be left behind.
Sigh.
Guess that all i have to do is just keep running.
Keep keep running.
Another gloomy Sunday morning.
I used to love Sundays.
However, not now,
Not when i have to force myself up early in the morning,
And get dressed to go for tuition.
With that,
I loathe Sundays.
On the other hand,
I guess it's not really that irritating, because i have the chance to dressed up nicely.
It isn't so bad after all.
The clock struck 2.50 p.m 5 seconds ago.
That means,
All that is left is just a few hours,
and the school holidays is over.
Great. Totally great. (Urgh!)
Why must it be over so fast?
I love holidays.
I detest schooling days.
Holidays mean i can do anything i want.
Just stay at home and doing nothing is fine with me.
I really like that kind of life.
I've been racing with time.
But no matter how fast i run,
I long knew that i could never catch up with it.
Causing me to be left behind.
Sigh.
Guess that all i have to do is just keep running.
Keep keep running.
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