IMAGE IS LOADING, PLS BE PATIENT.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thinking of: Jackass.Song: Peaches - Fuck the pain away.Modd: FUCK OFF LA CHEE HONG.Walked from Bugis to Little India. Just to avoid a long queue. Walked from Little India to some stupid Bangla area. Still no cab. No water. Got fucked of the report book and results. I begged and cried to not get my lappie confiscated. Cos of someone. (It's no use now is it.)Sat in the cab hoping and anxious to get home to a warm someone I call(ed) my own. But no. I did come home to him. To him pointing out my bad points. And the moment I got home, I was out of breath. I sat down just to look for him but got this email. I could have stopped breathing. I swear I skipped a few breaths. Brother fucked me for not listening. Mother fucked me for slapping brother. Father is not talking to me becus of the results. Big brother won't even look at me. Who do I turn to?Silly qn. I turn to my penknife of cos. God, if you really want me to suffer and give me your @#$%^& obstacles to test me, you can just take my life. No really. I can't take this at a young age. No one and I mean no one at all knows how I feel. They claim they do. Tell them to lick the hairs of their legs okay?God, if you want to know if...If I can handle you. I say no.If I can take your challenges in life. I say no.If I can take all this misunderstanding. I say no.If I want to live. I say no.If I don't want to be cared for. I say no.If I can satisfy anyone at all. I say no.If I make anyone happy. I say no.If I like the all the above. I say, You rock for skinning me alive.Well, this is how it goes. Okay this is it. So much for rings and proposes. My parents still do get divorced. Now I know where I get my habits. I grew up that way. Thanks la ah to all you ucking suckers who make Tashah a living fucking Tashah.Much fuck, Your mother has hair on her elbows.(cry)
Tashah so melodramatic la. Stop it eh?
Friday, May 25, 2007
