fuck.


















tell me what's right then.
i had enough really.
i dont enjoy being in this damn house either.
i dont enjoy being I.D.L.E either!
did i forget to tell you that i love the feeling of a leading a fulfilled life? i guess i must have forgotten. ='(
i dont enjoy going around hunting for jobs either.
i dont enjoy waiting for the "i'll-call-you" phone calls either.
i don't.
and forget it if you dont believe in me.
dont believe that i can achieve, that i know what i want.

BUT STOP THE HELL LOADS OF COMPARISON BETWWEN ME AND HER!
cos you dont know what's gg on in HER world AT ALL.
she chooses where she wants to work.
and I choose where I want to work.

kbox? NO.
fine. i understand.
waitress? NO?!
camp instructor? NO?!


and it doesnt help that you kept screaming and hurling comments at me that jobs i get are sleazy. ( read : kbox and camp instructors and waitress)



then put me in that damn cake shop of hers then.
forever.
at the beck of her call forever.
asking me to rush down the moment she calls, saying she's shorthanded.
and it's not like i have any choice to reject her at all.
and when i arrive, i realise the very same damn person who asked me down to help out in HER shop has EVAPORATED FROM HER OWN SHOP and is ENJOYING HERSELF OUTSIDE.


i dont understand.
you commented oh-so-nicely abt me idling at home.
and yet you are also the one who commented oh-so-nicely bout me looking for jobs, that it's a total waste of efforts.
what do you want?

and when school starts.. you are going to complain about MY school fees and put a stop to my allowance again.
which is precisely what i'm trying to get a job for!
and i dont enjoy getting money from you either.
it's pure torture.
did anyone ever tell you that?



I HAD ENOUGH.



note: sorry for vulgarities.
but i dont blank out things with *.