another piece of me written down...."another typical case, this person comes from a poor family..blahblah...goes to a neighbourhood school....blahblah....he mixes with the wrong company..blahblah...does not do well for his studies...blahblahblah....becomes a dropout..blahblahblah......his children follows his footsteps"-LBWis this a correct assumption to make? i mean, does this mean, all poor(not those rich2 kind) students mix with the wrong company, get the most worst results ever and becomes the insult of everyone?????? i hate ppl who treat others in a bad manner....so what if that person is poor? so what if that person is disabled? so what if that person is not normal??? does this mean they become so filthy to even get a little bit of respect?? i think its because they feel insulted and despiced at that's why they do badly...they really become what they spoken of...ok....what if u are married...u/ur wife gets pregnant...and u found out ur baby is a down-syndrome...what are u gonna do?
throw it away?!!!!!!!!!! guess what...i've got that experience before....heard it from a very close relative....she told me
her friends made her feel as though she was suppose to throw it away....what's this?! i mean....so much for the caring society that makes ppl want to jump down the building and kill themselves coz they find it difficult to even get that thing called respect. isn't this true?
another piece of me written down....i've done something sinful...maybe....no lah...may not be sinful..but the intentions are...i scratched my hand...like those slits u do on ur wrist....i just scratched it since i didn't have penknife...i didn't use anything sharp...i crushed a paper....used d sharp edges to do it....y the heck am i blogging this? nevermind...argh...its a way to confess my wrong doings....i failed my physics by 1 mark....i didnt do good for amaths either....its all so sucky....i passed the others but failed physics n amaths.....i didnt take nite what i got for amaths...but i know its a fail....its all so fucked up...i need to relieve myself....anyone for cycling this saturday aka tmr? hopefully i can...but i want to....aaarrrrghhhhh...i'm so low now.....n i dun like ppl who talks behind my back when i'm right in front of them...i can hear u know! bloody freaks....do u like death talks? do like to talk about dying...and wether dying is the best way out and wether u won't need to worry anymore after death? have u done that? i
HATE that.....y? coz u're making me influenced in a sinful way....a big one...coz God gave u life n u want end it without him taking it away from u. what's this?!!
another piece of me written down....hye...my comp broke down...AGAIN! n now i'm at sorida's house...to blog....n check some stuffs out...anyway, something scary happened yesterday...made me tremble.....goshhh...
here it goes...
yesterday, after the paper, me n sor went to TM to walk n shop...ate at delifrance...heehee...saw mr azahar n wife...aww....i WANT NEW HANDPHONE!!!! haiz...right....then, went home and slept awhile....then, my mom came home..nagged at me...haizz...so i prayed den...blahxz....my sis came home...here goes d incident....she went home, shouted at my lil bro...like...what d hellll....den, she opened d fridge....and went
"WHERE'S MY CAKE?!!!!!!" bloody hell sia...den, she went running around shouting
"WHO ATE MY CAKE?!!!!! WHOOO ATE MY CAKE?!!!!" WHAT THE HELL...running around like a berserk...my dad was like "what's wrong?!??" haiz...then she ran to my mother and shouted at her asking...after that she went to the kitchen, banged open and close the dooor like nooobody's busisness...shouting "where's my cake?!?!?!?!??!?!!" and she cry...from the starting lah actually....but she cried like a three year old who lost her favourite thing....AND SHE's
23!!!!!!!! fucked up sia...she stamped her foot like bloody hell....she threw the things on the floor, making a big mess on the floor...suck up larh! immatured freak....i wanted to pray but i just culdnt concentrate, so i closed the door and made a comment to send her to IMH....the mental hospital...go get her a counsellor or sth...she's damn terrible....while i was praying, she went in...forced my mother to tell her who ate d damn cake....my mother didnt answer.....i finished praying....i just couldn't bare to walk across her so i sat there...read my prayers....after she left the room, i read d Qur'an coz i was gonna be tested for my mid yr at my religious sch...after all that praying, i went out to the living room to watch tv...watch 'Dia'..so sad...awhh.....dwi had to go for operation...my 2nd bro came home, my mom told him what happened...he had the 'oh shit...' face on him after that...suck up lah....greedy freaks...so after d show, i slept...
i woke up, feeling my leg flying....it was 12.40 in the morning...i thought i was dreaming...but afew mins after, i felt it again...i heard crying....den...after that, my legs were flying everymin..y? coz my sister was PUNCHING my bed...i sleep on the top part of a double decker bed....i heard punching on the wall, i heard sobbing..i heard....arhhh....i was scared...trembling....i couldnt call out my parents, i couldnt shout out for help...i couldnt call my home throught my hp..so i smsed my home for help...coz my bro was in the living room....that was the only way i could get help...my bro came in, shouted at her saying that i need to sleep n all...then, my parents woke up...he wanted to beat her up...den my mom stopped him....after that my sis yelled, asking who ate her cake...OMYGODDDD!!!!!!!!!!!! haizzz......den my mom said she was d one who ate it....told my sis to read some prayers....i was crying already.....i was so scared...my father nagged again....so my mom shut d door n switched off the lights...my mom slept on d floor...i couldnt sleep....my sis was punching my bed...punching the wall...my god...i was trembling..i was scared...i was frightened.....all this coz of a cake??
this morning, i didnt dare to make a sound...didnt want to wake her up...mom just called...i think she wants to buy the cake for her...mom...u have no money ready..don't waste ur money on such spoilt brat.....mom....don't do it....please....you're making her worse.....=(