[current mood: irked]

im irked! my new enterprise faci is such an ass. she talk soooo much that i feel like sewing her lips. goodness! today have been the longest presentation ever and my group dint even present our presentation cause is god damn fucking long. how long?? 15 slides long can! and she dint even give us a chance to present and asked us to present next week. like wtf! me and the rest have planned in advance to pont! wakakakakakakaka...lets fucking rebel! and seriously, i have no idea how she gonna grade us. stooopid fag sak!

anyway, enough of that bloody faci. the next person im so pissed with is my dad. im 19 and i fucking need my liberty. but NO! theres no fucking sign of my freedom. he calls me every evening to see where i am, expect me to call him everytime i board the fucking bus, called me when im half asleep at seletar expressway, called me again when im under my block. FUCK CAN! can you give me some space? you fucking invading my personal bubble! im fucking gonna go crazy if you kept on poking me! im not a fucking delinquent! unless you asked me about smoking, then its another part of the story. i dont take drugs! i dont sell illegal stuff! ive never get arrested for such nuisance! ive never run away from my house! all i need is my personal space! all you need is a psychological treatment! your nags, your yaks...its became a norm that i just couldnt be bothered! you are fucking petty! every single little fault turned to a big issue in the house. nothing have been fine! come and fucking define the word fine to me! im fucking sick and tired of everything. every problems have been such a burden to me! i cant stand to look at my mom cry all night long. i cant stand hearing everyone shouts and curse each other. i cant stand having this burning sensation to just shout at you and blame for every misdeed that had happened in the house. i cant stand seeing that im living in a dark cold house. where are the happiness? where are the fucking colours that used to pulsate through the window? where are the god damn fucking love? all these while...for nearly 5 years, ive been masking myself. pretending to fucking smile in the house. i am a fucking messed up child! i fucking need attention. but noooo.....all attention goes to the money you earn and spent on us. you fucking blame me and the rest of my siblings for wasting your god damn fucking money. you are soooo calculative that you noe what!, i feel like punching you right onto your face and bare the fact that just because its your money doesnt mean you have to suck out all the happiness in us!

arghhh! its feels good to rant!













burying myself alive