Tonight I feel a little high, and I don't really have a reason why. Maybe because, I'm crazy or I'm crazy. I don't know. Whatever it is, my laptop is behaving tonight so I can finally type properly, and thus, blog.
My blog is so stagnant and the previous post has probably led you guys to think that I slit my wrists and get myself drunk on a regular basis. No, I don't do that. Or do I? I don't know myself. I'm a little crazy you see. Just a little bit.
I was so cranky the past few days, I couldn't think straight. I hate it when I menstruate. Can I just be a boy already? Pretty please? I don't want to be carrying another life form in my uterus when I get impregnated. It's not a nice feeling, I know. Went through an abortion once. I know man, pretty crazy, betcha guys didn't know. But now you do.
Life's pretty okay for me. Holidays are good. If I'm not sleeping, I'm working. If I'm not working, I'm in school having camps. And then, the usual chill-out sessions. I think my life is pretty cool uh. I'm quite satisfied.
Okay, my mother is about to scream at me to sleep. It's about 2.40am already. I'm truly sorry mum for being one of the worst daughters in the whole entire universe. Oh wait, I forgot, you only have one daughter. So that makes me your worst daughter in the whole entire universe.
Sometimes, I wished I'm actually diagnose with some kind of personality disorder or something so I don't have reason with you and scream at you all the time. I'm that dysfunctional without a doctor's diagnose. I really apologise. I'm really trying my best to be a good daughter. Really. I really have your best intentions at heart. Believe me I do. Everyday I think about the pay I'm about to receive and how much to give you because I know our financial status is really in a horrible state right now. And then again, I think about how much I've to put aside for myself because you and your happiness are more important than my personal interests and hobbies.
But then again. I'm sorry for being totally retarded. I can't help it. I'm that paranoid about everything and anything. That's why I try to avoid you at all costs. I go out 24/7. I spend time with friends. I work. Yeah, I suck at confrontations.
I really hope my boss won't fuck up my this coming pay and I'll hope the money I'm about to give you makes you smile and feel less burdened because let's be honest, me, you and bro totally knows what's going on in this family right now, and it's really, not good right now. But we're holding on you see, and that's what makes us pretty cool. I know man. We're a mental family. But what to do? You gave birth to me and your son, so live with it yo.
Okay, this post is totally not dedicated to my mother. I'm just ranting you see, and the topic just came to mind. I've been a bitch to my mum for the past ALMOST 18 years of my life and it has got to stop.
I think.
Anyway. This is what me and my REAL brother (sorry Khairi!) look like when we sneak out of the house to go have fun. Well, not sneak out actually. You won't around, so technically, I just went out :)
Sorry mum.
Chao.
My blog is so stagnant and the previous post has probably led you guys to think that I slit my wrists and get myself drunk on a regular basis. No, I don't do that. Or do I? I don't know myself. I'm a little crazy you see. Just a little bit.
I was so cranky the past few days, I couldn't think straight. I hate it when I menstruate. Can I just be a boy already? Pretty please? I don't want to be carrying another life form in my uterus when I get impregnated. It's not a nice feeling, I know. Went through an abortion once. I know man, pretty crazy, betcha guys didn't know. But now you do.
Life's pretty okay for me. Holidays are good. If I'm not sleeping, I'm working. If I'm not working, I'm in school having camps. And then, the usual chill-out sessions. I think my life is pretty cool uh. I'm quite satisfied.
Okay, my mother is about to scream at me to sleep. It's about 2.40am already. I'm truly sorry mum for being one of the worst daughters in the whole entire universe. Oh wait, I forgot, you only have one daughter. So that makes me your worst daughter in the whole entire universe.
Sometimes, I wished I'm actually diagnose with some kind of personality disorder or something so I don't have reason with you and scream at you all the time. I'm that dysfunctional without a doctor's diagnose. I really apologise. I'm really trying my best to be a good daughter. Really. I really have your best intentions at heart. Believe me I do. Everyday I think about the pay I'm about to receive and how much to give you because I know our financial status is really in a horrible state right now. And then again, I think about how much I've to put aside for myself because you and your happiness are more important than my personal interests and hobbies.
But then again. I'm sorry for being totally retarded. I can't help it. I'm that paranoid about everything and anything. That's why I try to avoid you at all costs. I go out 24/7. I spend time with friends. I work. Yeah, I suck at confrontations.
I really hope my boss won't fuck up my this coming pay and I'll hope the money I'm about to give you makes you smile and feel less burdened because let's be honest, me, you and bro totally knows what's going on in this family right now, and it's really, not good right now. But we're holding on you see, and that's what makes us pretty cool. I know man. We're a mental family. But what to do? You gave birth to me and your son, so live with it yo.
Okay, this post is totally not dedicated to my mother. I'm just ranting you see, and the topic just came to mind. I've been a bitch to my mum for the past ALMOST 18 years of my life and it has got to stop.
I think.
Anyway. This is what me and my REAL brother (sorry Khairi!) look like when we sneak out of the house to go have fun. Well, not sneak out actually. You won't around, so technically, I just went out :)
Sorry mum.
Chao.
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