Today, early in the morning, it rained. At first, i was thinking that well, probably today is gonna be a bad day for me. BUT well, i constantly tell myself, that raining is a blessing from God. So i went to bathe. The pole dropped again. And this time round, it can't be fixed. So in order not to missed the bus, i just leave it there. Urgh.
Next, on the bus, i was listening to radio. And muttons in the morning kept saying that it is pardonable for whatever things, as today is monday, thus with the monday blues. But i told myself, "no, today is gonna be a great day for me". Well, chinese paper and GP paper was alright. GP paper today was comprehension. And for the first time, for the application questions, i wrote one and a half-page. Haha.
Everything seems to go out smoothly UNTIL when i came home. My FREAKING ANNOYING FATHER was out to "kill" me. He kept saying things and after which, he started shouting. What is wrong with him man? Then well, he asked me to go and jump down and commit suicide just like the guy that commit suicide recently(the wake is still going on at my house void-deck). Anyway, i was so angry, and feeling so stressed, i cried. I know that we are not to hate anyone, but right now, i've to say this, that i DETEST him. You get what i mean? If anything happens to me, it can be seen as homicide. Because if my neighbour were to hear what my dad says, he's dead man. Seriously. It spoils my day real badly.
I've been studying and reading for Literature tomorrow. I dont have the mood to do it, but i have to do it. The other day, when i said this, Mr Raj was happy with this attitude of mine. Haha. Anyway, my mum is sort of "adding on" to my stress. She sort of "vent" her anger on her friend for not listening to her for direction to her office. Urgh. Everyone is so stressed out at home. Even when sis came back, she did the same thing, and she sort of reprimand me. I felt that i'm like a punching bag. I'm so sick and tired of this.
The worst kind of hurts that can happen to me is not physical. Because if there's no scars, i would probably forget about it, because i've short term memory. But if it is words, verbally spoken to me, i can remember very clearly. Cause it will be like a radio that plays in my head. And its not good, seriously. Mum made a casual remark that words doesn't kill. No, you are wrong mum. IT KILLS ME ON THE INSIDE.
Someone said to me this, that God loves you and will be with you even to the end of the age. When i heard this, i really feels like crying. Seriously.
I dont wanna run away,
but i can't take it,
i dont understand.
Next, on the bus, i was listening to radio. And muttons in the morning kept saying that it is pardonable for whatever things, as today is monday, thus with the monday blues. But i told myself, "no, today is gonna be a great day for me". Well, chinese paper and GP paper was alright. GP paper today was comprehension. And for the first time, for the application questions, i wrote one and a half-page. Haha.
Everything seems to go out smoothly UNTIL when i came home. My FREAKING ANNOYING FATHER was out to "kill" me. He kept saying things and after which, he started shouting. What is wrong with him man? Then well, he asked me to go and jump down and commit suicide just like the guy that commit suicide recently(the wake is still going on at my house void-deck). Anyway, i was so angry, and feeling so stressed, i cried. I know that we are not to hate anyone, but right now, i've to say this, that i DETEST him. You get what i mean? If anything happens to me, it can be seen as homicide. Because if my neighbour were to hear what my dad says, he's dead man. Seriously. It spoils my day real badly.
I've been studying and reading for Literature tomorrow. I dont have the mood to do it, but i have to do it. The other day, when i said this, Mr Raj was happy with this attitude of mine. Haha. Anyway, my mum is sort of "adding on" to my stress. She sort of "vent" her anger on her friend for not listening to her for direction to her office. Urgh. Everyone is so stressed out at home. Even when sis came back, she did the same thing, and she sort of reprimand me. I felt that i'm like a punching bag. I'm so sick and tired of this.
The worst kind of hurts that can happen to me is not physical. Because if there's no scars, i would probably forget about it, because i've short term memory. But if it is words, verbally spoken to me, i can remember very clearly. Cause it will be like a radio that plays in my head. And its not good, seriously. Mum made a casual remark that words doesn't kill. No, you are wrong mum. IT KILLS ME ON THE INSIDE.
Someone said to me this, that God loves you and will be with you even to the end of the age. When i heard this, i really feels like crying. Seriously.
I dont wanna run away,
but i can't take it,
i dont understand.
posted by Abigail @ Monday, March 27, 2006
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