Denise Tan

My solitude of happiness, sadness, hurt and all emotions. I like pouring emotions into this place. Because nobody reads it but me. And whatever I dont know, will not kill me.

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I cried.
Cried so much.
I wonder how much tears I've bottled up inside of me.
That something so small like a video letter can trigger it.

I've been working and working.
Every single day of my holidays after annual camp..
I've been at the stall helping out.
I know its slack, its "easy" money.
But the stress I have to face from quarreling parents.
Unreasonable customers.
Countless orders relying on my brain to remember.
& only reaching home close to 12am every day.
I really dont want to care anymore.
I want to live my holidays like how I should.

To sleep until the sun shines on my butt.
Fufill my exercises routines promised to myself.
Go out with friends.
Work at September 21 where timings are standard.
Or hotel again since its only from evening till night.
At least I will be able to LIVE A LIFE.
To do my holiday homework.
To catch up on my studies.

But if i say this..
Am i being fair to my parents who have to work everyday?
Regardless of weather health or anything.
I am only asked to help out during my holidays.

Homework can be done in the morning.
Books can be read anytime.
Friends can be seconded.

All talk and no action,
Denise is this all you are capable of?