Sunday…

They told me my laptop would possibly have a great connection that could hold a maximum speed power, like you could surf like you’re as if in the fast streams of water in the beach.

Monday…

Getting the agony from the hot afternoon, I came home from school. Our house cleaner could nearly swill out her thin eyebrows, seeing she was the one who carried my bag, as if she’s my mother. She left it over the tiles of the kitchen without saying, “Pst. Where would I put these stuffs of yours?”

The agony from the high temperature was actually all right since I was excited. My hands were likely crossing like gnashing someone’s teeth, but good thing it’s merely a well delight.

For the time that had passed, an important person in our dwelling said that our internet connection would be a lot quicker than our previous sluggish connection – possibly could be the slowest as a cow under the good weather walking to get its wholesome food.

But when I came inside my room, they told me the so-called fast connection would be released as soon as the application form gets to the job done. Meaning it was not that particular day would the internet be that good. I was expecting too much from them. And you know what? I am very disappointed.