• 7:32 AM, 26.5.07
i sincerely wish that whatever crawled up your ass and died,can get its skinny little butt out,
so that you can stop getting on my case every single time.
i mean,
what kind of mother starts screaming at their kid for pulling them out of the way so that a car won't bang in to them?
scenario;
mother about to walk in the path of a car.
kid pulls the mother away.
"eh, careful ah.
don't walk here la.
why you wanna get banged by car.
walk the other way."
mother suddenly starts screaming;
"WHAT.
I KNOW YOU WANT ME TO GET BANGED BY A CAR.
YOU WANT ME TO DIE RIGHT."
ah whatever.
they say shopping is a good therapy.
but what if it's shopping with the person who caused you so much distress?
gah,
i seriously dunno la.
my mother keeps moodswinging.
one minute, she's scolding me about my results.
one minute, she's asking me whether i want her to go buy breakfast anot.
pfft.
