Mormon's Sunday Testimony.

So lately, I've been hanging out with my Mormon friends and I've been consecutively attending church for the last two weeks and been attending the classes and other activities.

(Btw, I feel so under-dressed compared to them.)

And yesterday, Joe, Mrs. Davis (Sister Davis) and I arrived late because we had to pick Joe up from his house. So we missed the "Sacrament Meeting" or something like that. But we were able to go in sometime in the middle. When we came in, it was time for some people to "bear their testimonies" and it's where they express certain hardships and how God has helped them get through it by presenting them with "blessings". And so everyone was slowly going up there and saying what they wanted to say (sometimes it wasn't about total hardships but more of commitments and promises that they will keep) and then Joe decides to go up.

GRAH.

 Yesterday, my cellphone got stolen at the LRT. I'm pretty sure because I was listening to music through my phone while I was at the platform. When the train arrived, I placed my phone inside my bag and boarded.
By the time I got to school, I looked for my phone because my school ID was in the cellphone casing with it. That's when I realized.... FUCKITNIGGABITCHASSHOLE my phone's GONE!

So I was depressed the whole day because my mom bought me that phone as a birthday gift and it's the type of phone I've been wanting so bad for several months. ARGH. Totally heartbreaking.

At least it's an excuse for me to not text Hottie. Hohohoho.

So now I gotta save up for a new phone now.

Rolling in the deep,
Awkward Turtle

I. AM. DONE.

I'm tired of taking people's punches, I'm tired of being nice to people and I know I'm as patient as f---.

But this old lady is getting on my last nerve! I'm here to only help her and assist her. Sure, I'm on the computer and I'm in the room but if she needs help, she can call me. It's a small house! But I was told that she was "lonely" at night or alone in the living room so okay, I moved all my stuff outside and now, we're only like 12-feet away from each other. I watch her and since she's still independent, I let her do what she wants but if I know she needs assistance, I'm there to help.

But she keeps complaining that I don't clean the house. I don't sweep the floor, I don't wipe the floor, I don't dust the ceramic pieces, I don't water the yard and front lawn, I don't do this and that... I'm not here to clean the effing house! That's not in the job description and that's not what was agreed on in the beginning.