I think my dad is a lunatic.
He is driving our family crazy.
The result of consuming too much alcohol.
My mum is cursing now.
It happens every week end.
And i hate it.
Perhaps this is why i hate to stay at home.
My bed is the only thing i miss at home.
haiz.
pathetic.
I wnana blog happy stuffs.
But whats there to blog?
I had to work a week ealier because the company had a big project
and is there is a shortage of manpower.
My friends are enjoying their holiday while i am
struggling to wake up at 6 everyday .
And worst, my touch rug training had resumed and i wonder
if i had the energy to play and work.
Everyone is shopping and slacking around.
So good.
But nothing to complain about my work,
its my passion.
Except got to carry lap top to school.
Reach school early.
Mentally demanding.
uncomfortabe chair.
Maybe some problem lies with myself.
If i chose to be happy i will be happy.
But i think i am kind of sick.
I feel like killing all those idiotic murderers.
Torture them and skin them alive.
But of course, i wouldn't do that.
If i will to do that, then i am same as them.
Heartless.
I get very emo when it comes to certain things,
like whats wrong wearing a color bra to sch
or when i see those rape cases , or i having really bad day.
Like i feel like slapping everyone who is on the bus especailly a gal who i think she look kind of cunning and evil. but she is not.
Thatts y i am sick
.haha.
Although i wasn't really happy with my life but i am contented with it.
At least my relationship got a lot better after that incident.
Abd my friends are all happy i suppose.
I can still play karate and touch.
Maybe contact !!!!.
yes.
if i am not tired.h.a.ha i shall give it a try.
ha.ha.
Wwat a wonderful but sad life...
ha.ha.
