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Sunday, October 19

I'm sick.
I'm insane.
I'm writing crap.

Today woke up at 7.30am to prepare for church.
Went to CHC.
Saw new faces. Didn't see a few people too.
Sian.
Yes. Sian.
I swear.
That was the most boring church event I'd ever go.
Went service,
Went airport.
Terminal 2.
Then they had prayer.
So I'm bored like some fuck.
Yes. I don't know.
That was the most boring event ever.

Then straight from airport trained to Tampines.
Then go buy new guitar pick.
Then learnt new riffs.
Blues.
Dang, makes me so blue-ey.

Mom's fucked.
Whole day never see her, also need to nag.
What the fuck.
I normally come home after Yamaha at 6.30pm.
Then today saw her at lift.
Once the lift doors opened,
She shouted at me.
Asking we where have I been.
Then bring all the way untill say I hang out with friends.
Then I asked her.
What time is it now,
She said 7pm.
When it was 6.30pm.
What the fuck?
Then I quarrelled with her untill I reach home.
Say what about my appearance and stuffs.
Then she dragged all the way to me using the phone.
Then say that I always talk to girlfriend.
Then start saying that my girlfriend bad influence and all those stuffs.
FUCK LAH.
I told her,
Since she's so not happy with me.
Then don't be my mother.
So she won't have to even bother.

There's a stupid gig going on below my house.
Fuck.
They sing so bad somemore. -.-
What the fuck.

I am sick now.
Sian.
I think tomorrow serve suspension lor.
Sian.

Sometimes,
I'm really glad to have somebody that can be there when I need someone to talk to.
I'm really glad that I know that somebody's there.
But now,
Right now.
I'm beginning to have my doubts.
Seriously.

When someone said count your blessings now, before they're long gone.
8:54 PM