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Sunday, May 29, 2005
okies, after some fucking long period of time, i finally gort my bloody browser in blogger working in english, freaking english is still more readable on the com ya. maybe u nvr seen me blogging in this fucking screwed up type of language, but i am currently fugging frekaing screwed up, quarrelled two times within 24 hours with my mum, that makes my life screwed up, first we quarrelled about a big thing, then quarrelled over small stuff, she asked what we wanted to drink, then i saed ice milo, and she saed NO! cos she can just make herself, then she crazily went to the kitchen to make this milo and pour ice into it, and saed its ice milo, okies, literally its correct, but it isn't what it is like as in 7-eleven, then we quarelled, i am particularly pissed with her fucking stubborn attitude, why would i even think of buying if it had no difference, why would it cost more if it can be made so easily, why? and she expected me to drink that shit without grumbles like a kewt little doggie asked to fetch the bloody bone or whatever fuck is that. The fugging problem is that we have freaking communication problem, i cannot tune in to her frequency and hse cannot tune in to mine, so if i hafta explain everything or anithing to her, she wouldn't understand. tell her about missing the band major post, about missing science research program, about missing moe scholarship, about missing Chs scholars award, about missing gold in syf, about my trumpet, about my seniors my juniors, about class outings about music, about work, about the person that i am fond of, my good frens, my buddies, fashion, clothes, shoes, soccer, whatever. SHE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME. If i saed i missed something, she will sae i nvr work hard enough, and crap like, next time u laze around and nvr work hard, dun come crying and tell me i missed this or that. i tell her about my juniors, about my seniors, my frens, my class, she will sae, dun mix with bad company, dun learn bad things, i am i they are they, there is a separation between ME and THEM. i tok about soccer, she will sae, what about soccer, want to go and gamble issit, later gamble away ur future. i mean, what the fuck, even if u are protective, not to such a bloody far extent rites? My classmates are like 10 9 8 7 a1s people, from bloody reputable school, competitive and clever people, all high achievers, which better lot of people can i mix with other then them. I tok about soccer because i support the team, i support the playe, not because i bloody bet or gamble. I realli admire people like charmaine, michelle, alfred, their parents are like so talkable to, can tok about anithing under the sun, while my onli chance or avoiding war is to keep quiet, i am bloody proud that i didn't become an autistic introvert, damn proud of it. Satisfying materially is not everything, its not loving me like a gem or what, all these stuff, having it or not doesn't matter to me, i want to be able to communicate properly with my parents, i want to love them, know them and tok to them. sigh, super sad and troubled by this matter, cold war has begun yet again....
stalin rules 5:09 PM
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