My mood is like so spoilt today.
Thanks so much for waking me up with your yackings and your screams.
It kind of didn't work anyway.
Because my ears, wonderfully, filtered most of your noise.
Then sometimes, I didn't even notice you were talking to me.
Hahaha!
But it gets frustrating lah, you know.
Like I want to stick the toilet brush in your mouth.
Bring it on baby.
Call me more of those demoralising names.
Bring it on.
Anyways, you are just too pathetic to even comment me about my sleeping habits.
I mean, I was sleeping, how would I know what I was doing, right?
I wasn't conscious. How stupid can you get?!

Dudes and dudettes.
If you are going to tell me to chill, I will hit you hard somewhere that is within my reach.
Because if you are here, somewhere, maybe as a fly on the wall or the wall itself, you will know for sure that I have been very very very CHILL.
And I am a very patient person, no kidding here(not that I'm proud or what).

Let's imagine for a while.
Imagine the size of my patience is as big as the Olympic Stadium Field.
And my parents' nuisance are the size of an ant.
Think of the ant having to walk the perimeter of the field from one point at the end of the field and return to the spot.
And right now, the ant is less than a metre away from the so called finishing line.
If you can get what I'm talking about, good for you.
If you don't get, good for you too, I wish you well.
Basically, I'm just saying that the limit to my patience is almost reached.

You know, I think commiting suicide is a stupid thing to do.
Really really stupid.
But being stuck in my current situation, I somehow get it why people feel that it's the easiest way out.
I understand why they do so.
Somehow I feel it's kind of the best way too.
Life is never easy, we all know that.
But sometimes, it's just so hard to handle, because it just gets worse.
Whatever that is done, is never right, is never enough.
And by dying, what you're facing now, will end.
However, the afterlife is not going to be heaven and clouds right.
Hmm...

School reopens next week and I am so totally looking forward to it.
Of course I'll be really busy.
Busy fasting, busy schooling, busy dancing, busy listening to more of craps.
For school related stuff, I don't want to be complacent nor slack any longer.
It's time to buck up and pull up my sock high up till it touches my knee.

Talking about fasting month, tomorrow will be the first of Ramadhan.
Usually, I look forward to it.
I really love the fasting month I have no reason why but really I do.
But this year, no.
It's just the wrong things at the wrong time.
We shouldn't be doing bad things during the period of time, actually, everytime lah, but especially this month.
Cause this is the month where you get alot of so-called "prize"(I don't know what it's called in English) by doing good.
But this place, it's a battlefield man!
And I'm ready for war!!!
But then suddenly, I cannot do so.
What I'm afraid of is that the rival would just win the war.
Now before we start fasting and I can no longer say anything vulgar, even if it's typing it out, I would like to say..
THIS IS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING SHIT LIKE CIBAI.
Gaaahh...

Anyways, I'm going out.
Off to freaking Geylang.
Shit.

Oh and by the way.
I wish all you Muslims:
Selamat Berpuasa.