Emo

All of a sudden, I just felt like killing anybody ahead of me, with a bazooka, if possible. Or maybe a flamethrower, burning people to death seems a more pleasurable option.

Now, here am I, blogging at home, alone, after the electricity came back. This afternoon, dad wanted to pay a newly opened shopping mall god-knows- the name of the newly opened shopping mall a visit. Me, on the other hand, wanted to act rajin because I have to study for the coming AS exam, so I nicely declined their offer. (I really intended to study alright)

Which results in me staying at home. Then I watched the TV happily for a while, suddenly the screen went black, the fan slowed down, the emergency light was turned on. Oh shit, this is so not happening.

Fucking

Black

Out.

Fuck. I'm basically stuck at home, suffocating under the 300000 degrees temperature, with no air-condition, fan or anything. You know how terribly stuffy and hot the weather nowadays is. Plus my initial plan was to study, and when I study I need the environment to be cool.

Don't call me a pampered kid or anak manja coz I'll fuck you with a giant stick. You try to study when you're sweating like a pig la okay I see how u study kanina..

Then, which left me no choice but to sit down, relax, and reflect on how stupid I am for declining an offer to visit a newly opened shopping mall. I could have gotten the opportunity to buy new stuffs and eat nice food, but wth, am I even serious? Seriously?

Smart la my pig brain. And while I was left alone sweating and fanning myself with a cardboard like donkey, I start to become nostalgic, and there goes my reminiscence.

All the stupid and silly stuffs I've done in the past flashed through my mind, and I can't help but to release a long winded sigh, my regrets. I've had a lot of them, and nothing is going to change the fact that I did those stuffs. Why?? Come to think of it, it's really dam farking bodoh, it's like I always tell this person not to do this that, and when I turn my head away, I blatantly ignored my own advises, and then contradicted my opinion by doing so.

Call it the pot calling the kettle black. My retribution? It'll be permanent in my memories. the scar and the pain.

But still, I believe time will heal, it always does.

(and btw, the first thing the electricity came back, instead of studying, I came blogging instead. oh how wonderful of me. so much for being hardworking)