orange impressions.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

3:15 pm<--doesn't it look ominous?

`pffffttt.

im sick and tired of life manzzzz.
pfffttt.

balancing two demanding CCAs, school, homework, social life and problems, and family matters.
people always say they've got no time. yea, no time no time.
what y' mean no time? only people like me are fit to say that man.
do you have two demanding CCAs to worry about? adding in homework and social difficulties.

people like joshua then, he claims he has no time. he spends his time reading books and playing stupid games like roseon, and complains everyday about having too much homework. how come im able to cope then? i spend at least 3hr a day on training, including traveling time and whatever.
and on the day we have to hand in our dnt portfolio, he did it in school while complaining and going 'wahlau eh' non-stop. for what the hell's his fucking problem man? he thinks hes the only one in the world who has problems and too much homework?
i told him to shut the hell up, and that i have a lot more problems than him. u noe what the fuck he said?
"what is your problem then? your father wants to fuck your mother?"
listen, this goes out to everyone, not only him. i can try to tolerate other insults, but definately not this. now you know why i screamed so loud at him," whats your fucking problem!" and the whole canteen turned to look, then everyone kept quiet.
he should be very very thankful i did not punch his teeth out or even start a fight, or once i started, i wouldnt stop, i would just continue whacking until i whacked his marbles out of him.

life is unfair, i understand that, but the extent of unfairness in life is really too extreme and exaggerated.
im really pissed with my father now. he claims i rather do my own stuff than study well or clean the house. like hello? how many times a week in the afternoons are either of us home? how the fuck does he know i dont study? everyday i come home from sch and i either go for tuition, training or stay home, and end up sleeping at 11+, and he says i dont study.
on thursday night, i was doing my work and packing my bag, and he came into the room to check on my younger brother already sleeping in the comfort of his mattress with nothing to worry about, and he tells me," so what time are you going to turn off the light?"
i almost felt like saying," hello, im doing my work now, why dont you fuck off."

aiyah i should stop ranting. not like anyone's gonna care about my life anyway. only some people. just let me rot anyway.

many days ive spent
drifting on through empty shores
wondering whats my purpose
wondering how to make me strong
i know i will falter i know i will cry

sometimes it seems no one understands
i dont even know why
i do the things i do

the greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.