I want to be a HOUSEWIFE!!!

my ambition was to be a full time housewife one day but.. yeah, society don't look at u much unless u're a mother who inevitably neglect your kid due to your busy career that rake in thousand dollars per month. 

This is a TOTALLY WRONG perception in my book! like seriously, housewives ain't just a decoration, a maid tht keep things in place in the house and cook! NONONONONONO!!!!

HOUSEWIVES IN THE WORLD, LISTEN!

p/s:this list had been made from the lowest to highest priority.

Numero UNO, a housewife is the center of gravity in the house. In other word, if you cnt find her u'll never know where everything is placed. You can't even find your way out of the house without her.

Number TWO, she is a reference book to everything including your math homework, economic homework and as well as source of inspiration. (Dear housewives everywhere, u got to make time to actually spend some time to study together with your kid!! u'll learn 2gether n you can gain new knowledge together to!)

Trois, always learn new things everyday. remember a job as a housewife is to be the house accountant, a dietician, a counselor, a teacher, a cook, a jack-of-all trade!!!!! 

 

Quartz, Learn bout the ppl in your house!! you are the one that tie the relationships in the house, know everything bout everyone in your family and be the bridge that allow them to understand each other. 

 

 

Don't ever put yourself down cuz u're a housewife. Strive to be a better mother, friend, wife, to your family and learn each day. Since this is a career! the paycheck is seeing your kids grow up  to be successful individual that will take care of you later in life, having a stable home, a happy family and a happy life. REMEMBER!!!

Letting go is hard

The feeling of falling in love hurts. I loved him but I doubted him. I wanted him to hold on but I told him to let go. It's complicated. My ego was in the way. I loved him so much till it hurts. Now we both have moved on. I guess I still can't honestly say I have truly forgotten everything we had. That can never be truly erased. Honestly I don't want it to go away. The experience made me who I am right now at this second. who knows I might have become another me if not for that experience. Right now he is with someone else. I admit I am jealous he found his footing so soon, but I think I'll get over it and find my own love that I will hold dear and willing to throw my pride away.

Reading.

I cnt c very well when I was a kid. So I nvr look at ppl's faces, just their mvemnts, voices n all the slight detailes tht I cn pick up with my blurred eyes n other senses. I had been happy in my own world, where I don't 'knw' anyone, where I create possibilities, believing in the unlimited abilities, no ground nor vines cn trap me. My world. As I grow up like many child's world, it crumbled, but mine fell apart a bit to late I suppose. cuz by the time evrything fell apart, outside of my world I was being stared at by disapproving eyes tht bore trough my souls. It puzzles me for I've nvr seen it in my world. Reality was harsh. n my advntage in my world bcomes a nightmare. My calculative logic n my habit of observing small things closely automatically fused itself to the reality closest threads, emotions. Not mine but others, forming twisted spider like strings. It became a detestable habit to look n absorbed these infos. I used to use 'em to get by but nw with my visions enhanced n my world shattered, it bcame sumthing I cnt ignore since its too clear.


If u were to hve the gift of reading ppl's emotion n predicting their reactions to an accurate 90% possibility, wht would u do?I guess sounds fun for a while, but just like winter season for a tropical person(someone who loves the sun) it'll get harder and harder to handle after some time passed by. Slowly but surely it'll bcome something u don't wanna c.

En- an unfinished story

AU: I suddenly got hit with a hardened rock like inspiration that made my fingers typing on my dusty ol' keyboard. Dunno if I'll update it or not but I do hope I will. I guess it depends on how the story carries me. First and foremost my grammar needs fixing, but I still dun have anyone suitable to b my beta reader.

People

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Do y'knw one of those days where u think people are looking at ya left and right, and you think they are talking 'bout you and everywhere u go u just can't feel that they are not? I take that as yes and no then.. For me who face this things daily the only thing to do is to stop thinking. I'm really scared that all I wanna do is runaway.. I don't even knw which is the right way anymore.. what I know is every way I went n try is too scary to take. to much consequences that it scares me to death. My name's En. This is my story.

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''umph!'' the recoil of the edge of my shoulder stings as I look up for a few seconds n got a slight glimpse of dark blue perpetrator then the views of the the waxed marble floor caught my attention once again. The 3-7 split bangs of my hair fell from my forehead creating a curtain tht  managed to cover my glares and my downward postures did the rest. I mumbled the word 'sorry' almost to a whisper n gave a slight nod as I whisk my way onwards trough the almost empty corridor making my shoulder length ponytail wagging like a downcast tail at my movement. It seems I'm late only for 5 minutes guess I'm lucky today. Her nagging won't be as long n I don't have to deal with 'that' look of hers thanks to this. As I step into the class my covered eyes didn't let me get away from every lil' ounce of emotions that poured from every wretched breathing things that is moving in the chalk scented room. It's disgusting. 

every step I take to my designated spot feels like dragging my feet trough a shallow lake of thick smelly gunk. I could never deal with place with a lot of people, its suffocating. Breathing in CO2 filled container is easier then this. Sigh. My chair made a small creak as I made my attempt to sit at my place as undetected as possible. I don't understand why the system made the seats paired. Its unnecessary company and it's already got under my skin even without this loud mouth busybody next to me. I filled my seven hours of hell trying to ignore her yapping and occasional poking whilst with great effort trying to center my focus to the teachers so that my senses could be numb by the concentration.