I think I've somehow forgotten about the existance of this blog.
Scrolled my blog a few minutes ago, and I found it really interesting.
I'm kind of amused by the way how I swear&curse when I'm really frustrated.
Oh well, in fact, I find that most of the time I was blogging was when I'm pissed off or when I'm feeling horribly helpless.

Right now, right here. I'm doing research now, trying my best to put the best effort in as long as it's within my control. Project is tiring and I'm wear-off from it. I hate it! I hate the time when I need to stare at the computer and slap myself mentally to keep away from blogshopping. I hate the time when it's holiday and I have to drag myself up early in the morning. I hate it, I hate it. Damn, oh pls. I hope there is NO meeting this week after tml's meeting, especially things are now finally on the right track. Alright, I shall stop my complainings. I've yet to start on my essay, and I hope by this Sunday, I'm able to get at least half the hell out of it.
So I can enjoy my we wish you a merry christmas & a happy new year ;D

Some things are meant not to be said, and some are meant to be voiced out loud. Staying silence doesnt mean agreement or acknowledgement of any shit. Keeping quiet doesnt mean consent. I just believe that keeping mute is a form of stepping back for a minute of peace. I know for me, if I keep quiet, it seemed like I'm guilty. But, HELLO! Excuse me, if I were to get angry and scream back, I will hate you for life regardless of win-or-lost outcome. I'm those kind of person, so dont force me to yell and scream at you.

Anyway, I'm the cause of why mum&dad quarrel today. Sometimes, I just hope I could stuff buns inside their mouth to stop the arguement. Dad will never ever give in, and mum's frequency was high. Their Herdz dont tally at all, thus resulted extreme vibrations to my eardrums, and I really loathed it. I was just giving a casual remark abt how great a van can be though it looks ugly, and my dad started talking about money, then saying my mum spending lots of money in vietnam and BLAH BLAH BLAH. Sparks seen abit here&there, then slowly- smoke seen, then finally EXPLOSION. And what's worst? They quarrelled in the car, and that made double echo to my ears. Freaking noisy and irritating.

I wish my dream is granted, on which I will become fucking rich.
I will be able to shut them up with money so they can never argue bec of money ;S
Daddy is stingy, Mummy is naggy, Carol is noisy, Mindice is crazy and I need money.

Can I invite Santa Claus to come over my house to fill my piggy bank up? (;
Can I invite Santa Claus to make everyone rich, happy & healthy? (;

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