Sunday, September 21, 2008
I
wantneed to demolish something. Like totally obliterate it to oblivion and I want to punch someone's head in. Someone like oh I don't know...My mum's.
griiiiiiin.On second thought, maybe I'll be able to find my lighter and a couple of candles and burn my MOV coz it's seriously pissing me off. And then I'll burn that stupid assessment paper my mum keeps asking me questions about when she obviously knows the answer but she's just thinking she can rely on me for answers when I have my own things to do. Ugh. And when SHE has her own work to do and I ask her for help she can't even spare a few seconds to explain some cheemo Chinese word. How can she expect me to do the same for her la! Idiot. =.=
I. Need. My. Personal. Space.
NOW.
Gosh I hate weekends now.
I miss trainings. I have like zilch self-discipline and I bet my stamina's gone down the drain and everything agh. Technically it isn't my fault since I can't go out running coz my mum's been all putting me into isolation in my own home and refuses to let me out unless I have like a legitimate reason. [I don't have any legitimate reasons since she wants me home all the time to help her answer questions like "Which is the most porous soil? Sandy, garden or clayey." which can be found in the textbook agh.]
Yes, see the reason for my frustration.
One day, I'll run away from home again. I'll be like Jessica running away from Shylock! Except that I won't be eloping with some guy and I won't disguise myself as a boy.
8:20 PM