can you blame me if i come home late for so many days?

my hols have been packed like a can of sardines and i dont even like sardine! wth. i need some rest.

and i'll like to just say, cheng chai hong doesnt touch a drop of alcohol. hahhahaa. he's so weird. then again, i dont like dairy products. no cheese, milk, mayo, tar tar sauce or butter for me, thanks.


we're all weirdos. and smoking kills.


btw. i enjoyed myself during the whole production. i know we casts do very little. but it was still really fun and i liked every bit of it. which was why i would willingly come early or on time, knowing others would be late.
but i had loads of fun. and the credits will probablly be nicer than the real video itself. but ehh. we put in the effort. i sacrificed my weight. hahahha.



okay. so. i go out early, and go home late. why cos there aint no food at home and i eat out. and chill. and have fun with people other than my family. but guess what.

my mom snapped and screamed at me last night. and seriously. i'm turning 19. wth. i think i'm old enough. it's not like i spend money like it's free. in fact. i'm not the one who decided that a foot massager, massage chair and new car was necessary in our life. esp during the recession period.

so what now? enlighten me. i have no idea why she's getting so uptight about everything. is it because i go out on friday nights? eff. that's like my joy in life. if people have retail therapy, i dont see why TGIFs cant be one too. and i've asked for permission before. but now she's totally controlling me.

dont tell me she's concerned and she wants to know what i'm up to. because seriously, no matter how bad i turn out. i would never be as horrid as so many other people in this world. she's always left us on our own. so why the sudden need to be protective? i dont complain when she doesnt question me. in fact i tell her almost everything. and i know she's alright with it. and even gives me constructive feedback about whatever. but her interest was never there. and i used to tell her to treasure it. that she should be happy we, siblings, fight to tell her everything about us. she was the only one present when we were all awkward while going through a passing phase in life. we've all grown up, what now?

just cos no one drinks in the family doesnt mean i'm the black sheep. i dont believe in colors. and i dont violate the rules. but this is pushing it. and i dont want to be forced into staying home. there isnt proper food. we go out to eat. what's the difference?


alright i'm using food as an excuse. argh. i want a house party. at my place. let's see what they have to say. dammit.