When I saw my time table I almost fainted. It was packed with classes. But actually I only needed to mark those that I'm taking, but it wasn't any better. Some days had classes which started at 9am and another that starts at 7pm. GG! And it's not like I'm living near campus. And when Dave's exams end is when my term starts. Sian!

My only free day is Sunday and maybe Saturday. Saturday also got school == Sigh. I'm gonna treasure every single one of my seconds of remaining freedom! Shopping with my found-again bestie and Cabaling. Hoho.

Sigh. I've been thinking about my dad and I really feel so fed up. It's like he doesn't seem to like anything I do. All I can remember about him last time is when he got mad. Now, it's exactly the same, and the worst thing is, he doesn't talk to me about it. He just tells my mom, and she comes to talk to me.

She actually bothers to find out what happens with me and what's going on for me right now. My dad just doesn't bother to ask because he's "scared to become a nag" when being a nag is better than just not showing signs that he bothers. All he says to me is "how are you" when he comes over which is rare enough. He doesn't ask me out cuz he assumes I will say no, and he doesn't have heart-to-heart talks about relationships or things that matter to a person because he assumes I'll brush him off or find him irritating.

As if he doesn't tell me how he feels about certain things is not bad enough, he still gives me the frustrated look like I can't do anything right in my life, like I'm really not good enough for him. I see the way he talks about my sister and I just get scared if he talks like that about me to other people.

I don't know if he still thinks he's a general and he's gotta be tough or if he finds heart-to-heart talks a mother's job. I just wish that if I do something that he doesn't like, he would tell me and not keep quiet and make me feel guilty about something that I didn't even do wrong.

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